by Yanuk Lurjiame
The Highness Abyss now dreams
and the town’s screams
are lullaby of whites silences
that rising to underground
by our Subway's sun
in this crow ist Ancestry's sound
hymn for your Highness, Prince
of world greatest of masters
and its curse to forgotten prisoners
its powerful roar from the stars-deaths fires
From:
Wall's Ballads Poem
Copyright ©:
Yanuk Lurjiame (CCL)
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ABOUT THE POET ~
She writes with the poem about her inner fantastic worlds ., She's Italian, but she loves English language.
Last updated September 20, 2015