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A poem.


Grieving the moon


The haunted
hunter
hunted
a holographic
image
of the burnt
sun

and the son's
sister
she sang
a song
under the
moon

and the toads
made a toast
for their leader
who's lovely
wife were
soundly
asleep

the doorbell
rang and in came
a prince
all dressed in the
grand nakedness

he married his princess

and they did
- not live
happily ever after

they got a divorce
and all the toads cried
and then the moon
fell down

and the sun in all
its sadness
grieving the moon
- committed suicide


- and everything turned black




Fri vers (Modernistisk dikt) av Nina.K
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Publicerad 2014-02-26 08:35



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