the soughing of trees
whispers through
windows, through
the chinks- a filtered
breathing noise
twigs rock to and fro
i here
alone with my distress
this from her
and from her
why doesn't the wish
put an arm around me
with blissfulness and
liquorice? Am i repulsive-
a skittles ball?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yum skittles and liqorice however i dont know about having them together, a 10 anyway of course