To Hold Your Hands
to hold your hands
it does not matter
to look at your eyes
it does not matter
long feathers destroy the horizon
(children burn in light)
oh, captain! my captain!
the dead poets breath
in the roots of
primrose
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2017
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