From the concrete jungle Beaches of Olympia I have set sail In winds’ prevail To land upon a coast Of any fresh hell. Gone are we On an endless sea. What bay shore Upon we may prey As predators is what We hunt for: Experiences. Made memories. Us both are Birds of prey. Into abyssContinue reading “Qasidat L Nadin”
You’ll catch my cold with That tempting, sexy, want talk. I’m sick; you don’t care.