Poems from annaulrey
Je suis un caméléon.
Qui vois-tu?
Ça dépend.
Qui es-tu pour moi?
And the tears will be fire
on your cheek,
Your heart stricken with venom
from the serpent of Anger.
Past,
And the trees were depressed,
arms sunk
as if weighted by the sky above them.
The sky was dark,
its heaviness felt by none
but one....
Past,
And the trees were depressed,
arms sunk
as if weighted by the sky above them.
The sky was dark,
its heaviness felt by none
but one....