Sparks of reality
fill me with gratitude
Large chasms of varnished stores
full of barley and closed doors,
Vagrant are you
oh, deceitful one,
your large ego
firing a sword upon my heart.
Gone are days of withering.
Changed by recklessness.
A stone-cold heart lay here.
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Dumping Grounds
PoesíaSometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
