1221

1221

A Poem by winter;lyra

oh no
coconut trees
don't sprout
we had to sit
consume the sea
and find a way to be
a sparkly monolith
inhibitions right on top our lips
we've primed the creed
with a colourless tuition
monthly missing
a venetian treaty
we let them come and go

© 2019 winter;lyra


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Added on February 24, 2019
Last Updated on February 24, 2019

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winter;lyra
winter;lyra

Portugal