17:56

Take Heed

O old chief of a willow tree,
Feed your branched offspring,
Angry weeps from my wells,
Filled by forgotten headlines,
I know few facts to share,
Wounds hold us together,
Dreams lift us together.

Though wars only –

Deepen our wounds,
Shatter our dreams –

My
Form
Crumbles

O old chief of a willow tree.




Saturday, 15th of August 2015

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