The Rainbow Zeppelin

Blessed are those fingers  that yearn to write, even though fatigue drops the guillotine. Blessed are those ears, That swallow indiscriminately at the slightest Emission Of a forlorn relation barking dissent. Matryoshka dolls That hold hands and waltz And remind you of something you couldn’t  have. Kahwa steam whose wraiths tickle your nose and make […]

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