A partridge of speckled feathersAnd a glass of raki,Recall the time unpassedA trap in the hunt…They recall the wounded momentSomewhere, held hostage…Beneath the weeping cherry treeAn old wound… aches!
The Wound




A partridge of speckled feathersAnd a glass of raki,Recall the time unpassedA trap in the hunt…They recall the wounded momentSomewhere, held hostage…Beneath the weeping cherry treeAn old wound… aches!
Today I want Not to drag it out, Nor cut it short Even by an inch I didn’t want the sky, Nor paradise Just to go back To being a high schooler! Quite simply For one fact To catch the bird mid-air,…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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