i asked the lamp to burn the river
the first night i saw my reflection,
but the river was filled with flowers
for the praise of young girls
who kept on staring at themselves.
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White Heat's Grave (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis book contains an assemblage of brief free-verse poems that express my views and experiences. It encompasses eighteen years of my life and a particular manifestation of melancholy. All poems created and shared were original. Any unauthorized use...
lxxxiv. burn the river
i asked the lamp to burn the river
the first night i saw my reflection,
but the river was filled with flowers
for the praise of young girls
who kept on staring at themselves.
