Beneath the blue,
Between blooms: a breath.
She begins to believe
Like before,
Every wish fell out of the sky,
Star hot
Like angels,
And left her
In a golden smile moment,
It is as if true love could follow.
(Fridge poems) 11.01.2019
Oh the usual systems of mercy, They are departed and gone,* The machine has broken down, The mechanism is all wrong And it's grace and...
No comments:
Post a Comment