Blight Poem by Fatmir Terziu

Blight



Birds keep their destinations secret,
more
from the Stone Age
over the branches
build nests,
curse the willows of the streams,
praying to find quarters,
dry carvings,
to enjoy the benefits of the thorns.

Friday, March 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: bird
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