streptococcus (Таня Гулериа)
262 269
25 февр. 2014 г., 22:20

Sandy boy 

  Поэзия » Философская
810 0 2

In a state of sick inspiration

I created a human of sand,

As a blessing or a damnation

Fell in love with the deed of my hand.

 

And engulfed I was watching its features

In a sweet and enjoyable sadness.

Adoration of soulless creature

In a blind and uncurable madness.

 

I was desperate that if I take

My precious beloved in my hand

With a silent scream it would break

And turn back again into sand.

© Таня Гулериа Все права защищены

Свързани произведения
Комментарии
Пожалуйста, войдите в свой аккаунт, чтобы Вы могли прокомментировать и проголосовать.
Предложения
: ??:??