sábado, 18 de agosto de 2018

Delia in awe. Poem.

Now comes another oldie, but this time in English... ‘Twasn’t And there caught
a thorn you were without
but in a blown being
the sun world, sought
what on the edge by
brought you of a stone an open
from but hole,
the fog all in all a famelic
of you hawk or
your thoughts in awe sort of...
unexpectedly... and suddenly eagerly!

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