PVIRES ROBERT
PERHAPS LOVE
Something above
is falling...
Somethings small;
circle,
a paper,
black,
brown,
a leaf.
It flips
back and front;
sways
from left to right,
finding its balance.
She tries
to catch it,
yet!
It slips
over her hands
and rests
on the ground,
where I rests.
is falling...
Somethings small;
circle,
a paper,
black,
brown,
a leaf.
It flips
back and front;
sways
from left to right,
finding its balance.
She tries
to catch it,
yet!
It slips
over her hands
and rests
on the ground,
where I rests.
Pvires Robert
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