The Emerging European Avant-Garde: Real-Time Poetry

in art •  7 years ago  (edited)

rain.jpgRAIN DROP

before the dawn of the first
rain drops
they blush you with blue
smell

by which lightning
stuck in breasts

her eyes
frames framed
sky pale memories

legs
they go somewhere alone
without anything

except steps
others do not concern them

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