Teufelsberg
Under the sour light
of the summer moon, when the
asphalt maze exhales
heatness we come and
ensemble at Teufelsberg
just to pile up the
broken and rusty
pieces of our outcasted
heart, hoping that if
we exchange them like
puzzles of the autumn we
will able to build new ones.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016
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