Danish Land
Open the door, and
Slam it,
Shut.
Tell your lover you love.
Warmth is fading
From your face,
another dollar in the cup.
-
- rattle rattle -
the ugly peacock of sound
- rattle rattle -
shame. no one around.
-
cover up your hands,
your eyes,
theres ice riding the wind.
still
they'll close their eyes at you
with or without our wind.
About the Creator
Abol
"If you want to be a writer, than write"
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