Baptise
I will name a mountain after you,
a river or a star, maybe a street,
with many roses, of a big city,
from this little world that I passed through,
seeking for a mountain, a river,
or a star, a street with many roses,
bleeding and asking, for a name.
Copyright © Gitlan George | Year Posted 2022
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