Little poet, little poet

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Little poet, little poet
What will become of you?
when rain
turns
into an imperative
to satisfy
the thirst of writing
the thirst of loving and being loved
the thirst of walking along the streets
up to coming to the harbour

Little poet, little poet
What will become of you?
when  she will be awaiting for you
looking from the window
wearing only
a long
and
endless
black and white
stockings
how you come back to home
empty-handed poetry
moistened heart
eyes filled with desire
to win a ticket to fly

Little poet, little poet
What will become of you?

What will become of you?

G.F.Molinero

 

 

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