I hear youA Poem by a_methysteI hear you girl I am your fall from the fifth floor There is nothing to wait me on the ground Because I do not wear a golden bracelet On my forearm I remember how we chuckled as children
I hear you girl
I am your fall from the fifth floor There is nothing to wait me on the ground Because I do not wear a golden bracelet On my forearm I remember how we chuckled as children On the terrace of our house With nothing to separate us I have only two questions in my head Who invented the golden bracelet? Why did you go that far? © 2024 a_methyste |
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Added on November 5, 2024 Last Updated on November 5, 2024 Author
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