Samstag, Oktober 6

Charcoal

I found the laces on the ground -
Dust-proof inside leafless trees -
His manner dry as skin's ice -
His brow matching the rain -
His sound bitter and sunburnt -
His hand grasping my letters -
His thoughts flowing aside -
Never understood.

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