The Light Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

The Light



The light is above me sometimes in the voice of the girl who sings, the pigeon, that melancholy sound, and the monster has the light in his entrails.

Monday, November 22, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: girl,light,sometimes
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