I’m just one of those hectic prethunder birds.
Waters, pulsating, fill me, collide tide by tide
The walls of storm sea coloured irises.
Rebel claims of crowns, on their buttoms,
Supply the Air I breathe.
By wet feathers they carpet my desolate dream’s woeful abyss...
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=366546
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 25.09.2012
автор: Hearmslege Laetania