Anythings Better Than Anything Poem by Saul Palti

Anythings Better Than Anything



To high hopes the witches sang to me
boredom and betray the air reminded me
swimming in paradise until I die
I love you till another wanderers about
fool to gossip her friends work as spies
looking for words to come out of her mouth

look its a dead body in the middle of the road
hoping might just grow and explode

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