Forests. Lubomír Tomik On moonless nights flickering shadows, the crowns of the trees obscure the sky, full of dry hermit bones, On yellow nights cheese eye, with craters of outcasts, These are the famous ones, forests, Those beasts of horrors of our minds, full of snarling monsters and tracks, ending in the dark.
You are brilliant, Lubomir. A gifted quill.
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Thank you Yassy…And everyone who likes the poem,thank too ….has been waiting for five years and is alive.
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