Be Regret Poem by Pierre Rausch

Be Regret



Possibly I've regrets
No affair, not an moral act

Gloom merchant
The frig marshall

The children were laughing from breadth
Profond character
Width, a fringe group
Now a tormented square

Possibly I've regret
Not the affair, no moral

Order number five, gas tap
Float beyond the valve
At covered distance

The angry student comforts
Made extra studies
What comes next

Fell to thinking together
On the side, he returned
They calmed down
That was too much

Here they found a flat
Stained with black blood
Attempted sky-divers
All leaped to feet
We must move away

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