Something is lost
you close a window and my skin is moving.
now has another pace and leaves no beats.
The heart is dark and static breath holds
to avoid being eaten at all.
you close a window and my skin is moving.
now has another pace and leaves no beats.
The heart is dark and static breath holds
to avoid being eaten at all.
March 21: World Poetry Day .
Tell me a poem.
[photo by * Sayra ]
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