Errant Poem by Rafa Martin

Errant



The jaws of coffee, the teeth of will
Are trying to kill me before the spring
Errant trough blue mountains my spirit splits
Running with no foes nor debts no fears
From the night under the skylight
Straight until the new star would appear

Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 28 June 2017

I t is a beautiful poem with nice imagery. Thanks for sharing...10

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Rafa Martin 29 June 2017

Thanks for reading, now it is yours

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Rafa Martin

Rafa Martin

Barcelona, Spain
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