sunnuntai 15. tammikuuta 2023

TIME, LIKE MELTING SNOW, FLOWS AWAY

   Gravel now under
my feet where
deep snow

welcomed me
on Monday eve.
Where are

the snows of this
winter, Villon?
Let your dead

mouth speak
from beneath the
drift of years.

15.01.2023


#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse

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