Posted by: bogpan | февруари 11, 2018

The Passed


There
the sea is a sky.

The gold of autumn variegated
as he passed through his heart.
He isn’t a boat,
he isn’t an island
and melting down like a sigh.

Shed by somebody
before.

To throw
his own coin.

Mnemonic

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  1. quite meaningful…!

  2. Thank you so much!


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