Respirator TissueA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicWhisper my name like a sensation of death then tape your lips and turn away
Run The train light chases
Railroads are foreign but old nonetheless Watch out for sharp rocks
Days will rise Nights will fall Your head facing rainbows
Maybe one day your feet will have brought the desired destination
Only then shall you look behind with memories in eyes but silence on lips © 2014 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
652 Views
1 Review Added on January 20, 2014 Last Updated on January 20, 2014 AuthorTomislav PetricevicSlavonski Brod, Slavonija, CroatiaAboutCheck me out on YouTube (the drip real phresh doe huehue) more.. |

Flag Writing