The queen of the azure dragonflies Sends her intimate regards And extends an invitation To the solstice festivities The dress code Is humming with silky wings And gleaming reflections Put on your nettle cloak That eats your patience And burns through your calm But shields you well in fine fettle Remain in silence Don´t wake up The delegation of sirens Willow tentacles brush your face She oversees Your fall from grace Martin is a young author whose drawer supply of poems has outgrown its dimensions, so he decided to start sending them around. Since his job in biomedicine is very evidence-based and scientific, he ventilates by writing poems and rock songs and by singing, screeching and moving in the choir of Prague´s RockOpera. He sings and plays the guitar in a metal band called Porcelain Shards. Comments are closed.
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