Rafael Maxim

Rafael Maxim Poems

cold feet
stuck to the matress
of dead leaves
...

Yearly, we harvest
Wheat crops of doom
Secretly, the world never cared
...

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October No.1

cold feet
stuck to the matress
of dead leaves

cold cup of tea
stuck to the table
we cannot see

cold windy day
stuck to our red cheeks
and a little splash of water

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