I fling stones
towards the sky
with my tears hanging
off them,
Why does mother,
write letters in the dark,
They rain not
in her arms
towards the sky
with my tears hanging
off them,
Why does mother,
write letters in the dark,
They rain not
in her arms
Lovely! It's funny how words change in the headwind of our reading. For instance...reading this, your words, became my own history as:
ReplyDeleteI fling tones
towards the sky
my tears singing
with them,
Why does mother
drink from bottles in the dark,
They fill not
my arms
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ReplyDeletei got the technical stuff sorted out...ironically i'm a computer engineer...but only on paper...that too barely...and what a transformation you've managed...the latest summer blockbuster ?? ....is it the case in real ??