We're catching fireflies
inside the dewdrops.
In glass of wine
we're drowning wasps.
Sparkles are shivering
The talk lost its form.
Air eaten by fire
is full of our gasps.
The guitar sounds
are coming in waves.
We're filling out space
left between cells.
Silly loves
Drowned in wine
died innocently
with river's farewells
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Ripped Pages of Poetry
PoesíaNowadays I'm thinking a lot in English. Which means I'm writing a lot in English. The grammar is terrible, but writing it down is the only way to improve.
