I fly like a bird
You are a human
With perfect aim
A fire I heard did nothing
The one which hit me though
Killed the soul out of me
YOU ARE READING
The asunder word
PoezjaFinding taste in words that are meant tasteless. Words that hold stories.
Look out!
I fly like a bird
You are a human
With perfect aim
A fire I heard did nothing
The one which hit me though
Killed the soul out of me
