Tentacle thoughts
wrap around a naked soul
in a subtle hold
laying down the roads
where our quests unfold...
***
Feathers drift
and feathers fly;
one to write a lullaby
in joy or grief,
another one, an alibi
to save a noble thief;
robbed of dear time,
stealing some of yours
so you can borrow mine;
another theft, of course
invited by these arms
outstretched like open doors
Лейди... като казах скоро за следващата публикация на български, това е доста широко понятие... ще изминат няколко публикации на английски преди това...