A butterfly burns.
Someone calls me I guess.
They are burnt on the fire of human's skull,
No air needed, despite the vacuum.Can someone tell how this fire is set?
Thursday, November 27, 2008
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Ciao, Golshan! I've been wondering how you were and what you were writing. I'm very happy to learn that you have a blog. I'm looking forward to reading one of your short stories.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem, Relaxant, most. Of course, as you know from the poems that I publish in the Barnwood mag, I especially like strong images.
Here is the url for a blog tht I think you would enjoy, by another Barnwood author, Peter Davis:
http://hitlersmustache.blogspot.com
Tom