1 thought on “Possibly the world’s shortest, most beautiful poem . . .”
Ebrahim
my death bells ring and shake my veins, and in my blood longing darkens for a Bullet whose deadly ice might plow through my soul in its depths, he’ll setting the bones ablaze .. I want to run out and link hands with others in the struggle
1 thought on “Possibly the world’s shortest, most beautiful poem . . .”
my death bells ring and shake my veins, and in my blood longing darkens for a Bullet whose deadly ice might plow through my soul in its depths, he’ll setting the bones ablaze .. I want to run out and link hands with others in the struggle