Madrason writer

Gold Star - 20,228 Points (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Crooked Soil - Poem by Madrason writer

Flowers at the end
of the Volcano
fake birds on a rope
which try to fly
a solemn small goodbye
this crooked soil
and I, we crack
and smile,
and then
we cry! M

Topic(s) of this poem: liberation

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/7/2015 12:13:00 PM)

    Imagining flowers at the end of Volcano is very amazing definitely. Wisely drafted poem shared.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2015

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