Composing In Red Ink Poem by Ludovik Celaj

Composing In Red Ink



Inside my heart, ...
there is a vein,
that it can never, ...
will be strained

unless you cut, ...
the arteria of another,
who that will be...
can you find her

until you got me,
all out of luck!
as a 'grey goose'
from falling down,
from the bullet's,
of hunter Chuck

than i'll be lost in, ...
bear's crowd of brown.

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Ludovik Celaj

Ludovik Celaj

Hot-M.E Madhe/Shkoder, Albania
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