Poezie
The Quest
1 min lectură·
Mediu
moulds on my kitchen table
a dough of feelings
voices and dreams
rested on the floor
crying out its failure
of having been baked into perfectness
colours and shapes
running across the room
desperate to catch some handsome lingerie models
dropped out from an old fashion magazine
then Narcissus rang the bell
and as I mirrored I saw
the perfect
unthinkable
you
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