poems written on the fly

Blue and white

In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb on 24 March 2008 at 11:12 am

White roofs
blue sky
the children play
in the bedroom
my fingers
silently
write this poem:
“it is cold outside
it is colder
inside my mouth”

EL SEBBO

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