JTParreira
10-06-2007, 04:50 PM
Dying / Is an art, like everything else.
Sylvia Plath
He sits on ancestral door
from where its eyes
eat a few dreams
can’t spring
into the world
its weak legs
its
tired eyes
read a Job's book.
J.T.Parreira
Sylvia Plath
He sits on ancestral door
from where its eyes
eat a few dreams
can’t spring
into the world
its weak legs
its
tired eyes
read a Job's book.
J.T.Parreira