Two Calligrams by Anna Ďurišíková

15/02/2012 21:26

blink thy lids, clap and bounce
let thy lashes fall and rise

bright light coming in and wobbling
with its sparkling flashes crumbling

tiny shiny creatures twirling
around the pupil swirling whirling

beaming with delight

like a shot


 

 

drive is not there anymore
fatigue settles, starts to sore

dreams force eyes to close the door
revive this way the days of yore

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