poems back artist cataloque
A lonesome prisoner of forest,
A summer nightingle
Has swallowed all the blood of flowing sunset,
All expectation of the Earth,
The wariness of thje young and virgin fog
And burdens of the future night.
Intjkxicated by the hops of colors and desires,
It started crying with his absurd emotions.
He turned into a solemn echo,
He wandered in the grove of clouds,
He ruffled silence and calmed down
Just like a splinter
Of strange and boring dreams.
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