COLILLA
The wind scatters the hair
each morning. Nobody expects anyone
solo port in the loss.
few steps away from the sea
like kisses ever given by time.
The wind scatters the hair
each morning. Nobody expects anyone
solo port in the loss.
few steps away from the sea
like kisses ever given by time.
is loneliness.
A swirl of leaves and dry dreams,
a dead roach.
