Poem N5 Poem by Kristian Djordjanov

Poem N5



Call time space,
call me base,
call Earth face,
delete trace
of any place,
and create ways,
because it plays:
who obeys
and if no one says:
"I, my grace! "
It deletes trace,
then it makes trace
but without your face
so call time space,
call me base,
call Earth face,
delete trace
of any place
and create ways.

Saturday, December 27, 2014
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