Poem N8 Poem by Kristian Djordjanov

Poem N8



I am here, fields at Sunset, tell me your brief.
You make my heart radiant like a rif.
Now means I, it's only here I,
you are beautiful, but modest, too, and shy.
Fields at Sunset, you are lonely, my persona does know,
but worry not - you look pretty even in your col.

Saturday, December 27, 2014
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