the gumusservi in the pitch of night
awaken my love in its deep recess
like holy doves in their vespertines
a new personal best to beat
you will cry infinitely
to a sun with no name
dancing with our eyes closed
forever the birds will see
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poesithe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
