Lisbon, Portugal — 2 Comments

  1. flying birds – by mt


    the birds fly through the wars

    since the wars to this poem.


    the children die in mummy’s arms

    both lay down on this poem.


    the soldier-child died through the bombs

    his father hurts at this poem.


    those birds flying in the dark sky

    came softly to this poem.


    birds. words fly inside my poem.


    maria toscano.

    coimbra, restaurante ‘jardim da manga’. 7 / agosto / 2011.

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