Holy Water + Poem by david gerardino
Holy Water +
COLD abtractions,
whistling birds,
a room full of
possibilitys and
a heart turned to
stone.
FRAIL words,
flaming fish,
pale waters
and a compass,
pointing towards
east or west.
BOOM, ! says man
boom! says friend,
boom! says me,
boom! , untill we all
get it right.
COLD abtractions,
COLD abtractions,
and a child that
WELL REPEAT.......
REPEAT THE SAD, SAD TRUTH.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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