A new poem without a sign of torturing you... STOP & SOAK Gabriel A. Levicky Do you still see? Those little hand beams Caressing Aton’s golden lips Desperately Telling you a story from Long, long time ago. Look, the trees around Speak a language of Cut-off branches Heavily breathing Through their dusty armors. Crossing this town Suddenly becomes an adventure. All you know: We are what we are Where we are. Stop & soak. Please. NYC, 10/13
Posted on: Mon, 07 Oct 2013 03:14:12 +0000
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