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Crooked Hours/Useless Minutes
After the rain
of bananas
I started to count
the time
in gardens and useless
The weathers
took themselves
other senses
won
new colors:
carrot snow
corn hail
and clouds of
black beans
And I'm walking
upwind
without scarf
but with the feet.
PAR
Published 14th Dec 2022
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Anonymous
- Edited 14th Dec 2022 1:31pm
14th Dec 2022 1:25pm
At least we have shoes? Rain of bananas. That's such a good description of what happens in our lives when we are passing through those times which have happened to ourselves. I'm gonna take that one along with me when I go out today
That's a really handsome profile, the one in the colored space here, Par. Thanks for sharing your art.
That's a really handsome profile, the one in the colored space here, Par. Thanks for sharing your art.
14th Dec 2022 2:46pm
