'White doves and stormy petrels...
my very close friend...'
'they are my black veins
serenading in the night...'
'A dark horse charges along the foggy
coastline. I can hear its hooves
in the subterranean caves
striking the wellspring
of my blood at its very acute
axis with such flux of life.' Me excites These lines... From this a poem tender feeling of a melancholic shower flows ...Gregory 10x10.... Tsira
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'White doves and stormy petrels... my very close friend...' 'they are my black veins serenading in the night...' 'A dark horse charges along the foggy coastline. I can hear its hooves in the subterranean caves striking the wellspring of my blood at its very acute axis with such flux of life.' Me excites These lines... From this a poem tender feeling of a melancholic shower flows ...Gregory 10x10.... Tsira