THE WORLD OF MY VOICE -poems and paintings

THE WORLD OF MY VOICE -poems and paintings

 

“In your hair,the wind is tired of planning future disasters,

Your tears dried out of unforgettable falseness,

Your hot breath smells like a poisoned drop of lies,

as tired rain…”

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