tramp

boredom tastes like carious streets and fences with rusty flowers and houses from behind which windows words are afraid to show themselves, because they don’t want their bitter-sweet shapes, yellowing corners of voice, to be judged. but sounds don’t let themselves killed that easily, they don’t let themselves be buried under the line of cracks … Continue reading

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ups and downs – tanka

when climbing ladders men don’t always show their face even when it’s hard. it is in their downward path that you’ll see their true colours. © Liliana Negoi

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