We never found out
Was it nectar or poison
That forbidden fruit
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Twelve Days of Separation
PoesíaThe grief of separation is unlike any other. He is separated from her for twelve days. A poem a day reminiscing what she does, what she wears, what she feels.
Day for the Persimmons
We never found out
Was it nectar or poison
That forbidden fruit
