
Poetry
From The Apple & Eve poems| by Daša Kružlicová
that man! created from Angels mist / born to feed flowers / god passed him down to me / like shoe gone out of style
Poetry
that man! created from Angels mist / born to feed flowers / god passed him down to me / like shoe gone out of style
Poetry
She nearly finds what she came for, / Where flowers bloom for no man’s market. / Mostly heather speaking the women’s purple language.
Poetry
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