vineri, 21 iunie 2024

the postwoman

this postman is always loosing letters
people are suffering
not knowing what to do with their feelings, where to put them all
this post woman always throws away letters
not fearing consequences, silly words, police stations
she has her own plan that grows inside and sings blue lullabies
she sews other words and vows for those in need
their faces catch a new light knowing bliss will pay a visit in no time 

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