Mockingbird
Anotace: legrácka z 6.2.2014
A song sings a mockingbird
heard by purple softness of your lips
that sleeps at midnight mooring.
I´m pouring a glass of wine.
Succulence of clementines
twinkle in your eyes necessary nicely
as a cocoa-brown loam.
Foam of truth in this evening
makes my soul keep weeping
like a mockingbird on the ash tree tripping.
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