by adroaArmenia, Quindio, Colombia
Mar 2013 227 Views 2 comments
The Bird
What a marvelous mystery I can observe with my perpetual mirrors
small and feathered beings of bone flying upon my head
They go intoning beautiful melodies that seem from other world
surreal, unreal, immaculate as the virgin, pure as water.
small and feathered beings of bone flying upon my head
They go intoning beautiful melodies that seem from other world
surreal, unreal, immaculate as the virgin, pure as water.
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Posted: Mar 2013
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