The Bust Poem by Gurdag Basil H
The Bust
Women won't feed anyone with happiness
After this the ants won't come back home
Our cars will abort in the metropole
Apartment building will be our morgue
The eyes will lie continually, Our heart will die us
Men will feed himselves with depression
We won't beseem to the life, men who will woo
The flower will harass forever the forester
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
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