Poet’s head is a prosaic head
Under open to sky skullplates,
Open to violent gusts of wind
Flying leaves from unknown.
Old leaves float and fly about.
A noise they make on asphalt
Floats as a sound of solitude.
Poet’s head is a prosaic head
Under open to sky skullplates,
Open to violent gusts of wind
Flying leaves from unknown.
Old leaves float and fly about.
A noise they make on asphalt
Floats as a sound of solitude.
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