One day had a poem knitted in scary silence, until noon broke the hush of this blurry silence. Scattering the fragments of whispers in day, in raging questions they are on a stormy silence. Twice I called the moon to their thoughts, but all in a word was liquid of teary’ silence. The dead life […]
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