autor:: quidko

rubrika:: poezia

We underestimate damage
done to the sky
when we allow words
to slip away
into the clouds.

I remember making promises
to you outside. We
were watching flowers
that hadn't opened.
A bee darted, careful
not to stick to
your half-shut mouth.


napísanísané:: 5.10.2005

prečítalo:: 1407 ludí