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Picasso's dreem
I cut the wood
leave
to be planted by butterflies
Painted the forest
mountain
Lake
all green
I left my mind
it all became colorful
Changed aggregates
water status
She built houses
to ride
on the roofs they walk
The tree grew in luck
Butterflies have become a bud
as I whispered, shuddering
... and I'm just sticking the tree!
Post je objavljen 12.05.2019. u 09:57 sati.