Stamps Poem by Dorina Neculce

Stamps

Rating: 4.9


comes not say

passer

over the shadow

shake a hand so

I like a wet bird

bears my people

slap name into

received aand star

I have thit on a map

very old

wich howth howls of wolves

hiena put their

smelling like snout

the taste of blood

(three drops petrified

as our tongues)

Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dorina Neculce 26 January 2016

thank you for invitation

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Dorina Neculce 26 January 2016

thank you for invitation!

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Shah Surja 26 January 2016

Welcome to poemhunter Ma'am. thank you

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