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The Sheep's Eyebrows
The leaves are daughters of the faults of the trunks
The sparks are crumbs of fire from the flames
The drops are leftovers from the gestures on the taps
Tiles are sparks on the roofs of old houses
Like pearls of dew on the shells of red rose petals
The corks close the bottles
The flounders hang from the nets
The needles are mischievous and go through the earlobes.
PAR
The sparks are crumbs of fire from the flames
The drops are leftovers from the gestures on the taps
Tiles are sparks on the roofs of old houses
Like pearls of dew on the shells of red rose petals
The corks close the bottles
The flounders hang from the nets
The needles are mischievous and go through the earlobes.
PAR
Published 21st Sep 2022
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