Listening to darkness,
Driving me to madness,
Slower and slower it is getting,
Over my heart while haching,
It is hauting my embodied soul,
Secret pounding of the hidden mole,
Meanwhile I tend to realize the real
Question "Is it how death make feel ?"
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Writed the 25th of april 2024
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Little flowers of my poetry
PoetryJe voulais me renouveler, j'avais envie de composer en anglais. Ainsi naissent ces petites poésies, simples, libres, sans prétention, folles et humbles comme les fleurs des champs.
