Posted by: bogpan | май 15, 2018

Pedigree

ah I cannot
make love with you

like Lorca
(the clouds are too heavy for me)
and like Shakespeare
I do not lift –
the immortal one
(a leaf of the white
rose)
you are stepping freely
oh daughter of Solomon
(who can have
your eyes)
I remain –
a future memory

a hieroglyph

Pedigree

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