A morning with reading tasks.
Hey, listen!You wounded wavesI would present thine the praiseYou aren’t the ocean baysYou are my wondrous face. I step on the sandy paths,Sign on Sabina’s phrase“Halt my motion forwardingOr instead, colour my distant chase.“ Sabina darling! Take my bowYou are so colossal and yet hollowPossessing the beauty of lady fernLet me sink into your wounded …
I make my house myself,To keep my children safe,I go around the day,To collect rare foods. I leave my bed at dawn,And lay back in bed at dusk,Some good people feed me,rest, I keep on wandering and eating. But you know I chirp a bare,unlike the other birds,I don’t have the strength to oppose,The irritating …
Hey, shout! my dear
On the red rose, I wroteA man’s sacrifice storyAnd through my vocals and throatI distributed it in my assembly. I rearranged the melody,I rediscovered the aftermathRe-appealed my pastBut couldn’t reimpose the reprimand. A petal broke whenI headed towards the endThe stem bent down whenI imagined your bloodshed trend. The suddenness of my wordsLed to the …
