Poems from yoosafak
Moonsky is an ocean
Roaring to the dreams with
Disheveled white hair
Of premature old age.
Its flying flocks
Drank a dose of arsenic...
They came to kill me
With weapons unknown
In roguish whirlwind
Uttering my name like a magic hum.
Rural is our vicinity,
Though vicious and...
They came to kill me
With weapons unknown
In roguish whirlwind
Uttering my name like a magic hum.
Rural is our vicinity,
Though vicious and...