- Poor starv'ling bard, how small thy gains!
How unproportion'd to thy pains! -

dinsdag 29 oktober 2013


flowers stitched together
on a bed of sand
how it lifts me

over the rough
that long stretched rumble
it doesn't fool the bees

you know
would they carry me
like the sea holds

it's breath


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