Of Rain And Kisses Poem by Benediktron Stradsor

Of Rain And Kisses



I
The first wuthering
coils me like a newborn
behind the windowpane
II
And when the gale arrived to the hall
Our house filled up in sand
...And i though of my girl, far and angry
¿What shall my girl do, what shall she do, if the gale arrives?
III
Be! Be at once!
Curdle of water and thunderbolts!

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Benediktron Stradsor

Benediktron Stradsor

Jalisco, México
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