the tantrums are there
guitar strings of anxiousness again strum
struts along all the corners
of the sky
ways
inside the plane a pair of eyes
looks stupid to the drifting clouds
flying without wings
vast fields of weightlessness
nests of all the emptiness of the world
beside this sky
again must i lie?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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