Poezie
This must be it...
poem
1 min lectură·
Mediu
how many guns attack at night time
how many blues burried in the rain
cannot keep his promise
what is his judgement?
in this world full of intrigue
how many lawyers can I find?
as client?
warming my heart in thy absence
when I die
will there be a meaning
of nothingness
what kind of resurrection is this?
the exit takes me
to the assimilators address
by looking at its center
do not be proud
rain.
Günsel Djemal 29.06.2011
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