torstai 19. toukokuuta 2016

Thursday's poem challenge bug

I do not see anything,
I hear the bugs
buzzing somewhere close.
Over fly out of tune
it is the cuckoo oupens
rusty kuk kuk kuk
it will break her voice.
Supervisory overnight followed by
perhaps another, the stars
no one will enter the
nothing glamorous glorious.
I look forward to gloss worms
mating dance, it gets bugs
vague bumping
pale in comparison.
Nothing will not happen again
can not find the new road which
leads over to the happiness.
These days are not supporting
melancholic woman
who has given up everything
rather than wait longer life
nothing. only Bugs
interfere with coma-like
my condition.

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