@Gianna96 6 March 2022 more from that month

Metaphorical poems Is it easy to get lost in such a way? Becoming a beggar in the crowd? In this way the dust from heaven to earth Surviving in the name of human life as a human being? There are people in the form, this is what women know Tongue-eye nerves searching for color puzzles The joint of the two eyebrows on the forehead, the prisoner of desire inside him My longevity, the intoxication of tearing my flowers The water of the river goes to the sea, the sea water mixes with the sky, I really want to love. Back to the fist!