ANEXO | 63
29-X-14
Like a far bird of storm
White against black/ning/ clouds
My heart’s [↑soul’s] swift form
/Crosses my sense's night
Like something, no — not light
But yet that ☐/
When the sky threats and
The light ages and ☐
29-X-14
Like a far bird of storm
White against black/ning/ clouds
My heart’s [↑soul’s] swift form
/Crosses my sense's night
Like something, no — not light
But yet that ☐/
When the sky threats and
The light ages and ☐