Poezie - 2008



Decompose (the prose)
~by Estriel~

Bloody morning
Bloody evening, night and day
I thought thoughts were meant
to trickle
to skip and flow, be fickle
not to torment me and stay
Bloody mourning
Bloody fears and tears and pray
I wish life was made of
joy and play

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