Hitherto
the man
coming
and going
in the night
will be-
come
a pillar
of desire
or thirst
for skin
or dew
on morning
grass gone
astray.
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Mortality
About Me
- A. C. O'Rahilly
- I've never been prepared for anything in my life. So everything is a surprise.... All poems not attributed to any author are my own and have been copywritten, displayed here and then the original burned in an homage to unrepentant romanticists everywhere.
1 comment:
pois é.
pq vc escreve em ingles?
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