tagNon-Erotic Poetrya note

a note

bySenna Jawa©













        the night rain

        and Chopin

        fall onto

        my comforter

        and smell

        good

        so good



        the street light

        explores my eyes

        searches for my brain

        but my brain

        is dead

        so dead











wlodzimierz holsztynski ©

      1992-06-02

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