Angievens
The ground is unstable,
we must be careful
Despite the beauty
of the floor
The ground is unstable,
we must avoid it
In the desert of loneliness,
often the sand is moving
If the agitators are used to crying against the wind
I disavow my certainty of a more elegant grief
If I found against two gods a dead love belonging to me
The ground is unstable, at a loss of sight
Losing barefoot,
without letting go of my outfit
The ground is unstable, at a lost door
To leave suspended,
without disappointed subcortices
In the desert of loneliness,
often the sand is moving
If the agitators are used to crying against the wind
I disavow my certainty of a more elegant grief
If I found against two gods a dead love belonging to me
In the desert of loneliness,
often the sand is moving
If the agitators are used to crying against the wind
I disavow my certainty of a more elegant grief
If I found against two gods a dead love belonging to me
In the desert of loneliness,
often the sand is moving
If the agitators are used to crying against the wind
I disavow my certainty of a more elegant grief
If I found against two gods a dead love belonging to me