Dark Grip
the dancing discouraged his grief as branches under the sky of a fireworks of war
forged by then the caterpillars and the bees
take the nectar sweet flower of the sins they stay at home as the war steadily
creeping bitterness among the clouds they see
The move in the dark grip
Copyright © Veerle Heyninck Florimond Margriet | Year Posted 2011
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