Poem N9 Poem by Kristian Djordjanov

Poem N9



For Smooth Green Grass
and Multiflorous Parrott
the sun would shine
extravagant.

Trees and air
might have a common thrill
for nothing that atmosphere
is obliged to feel.

Modesty would be wind's child,
sands gentler than just mild,
and they will born some dust
unspectacularly, in season: iron thrust.

Saturday, December 27, 2014
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