bloodbath

it's polar in one's soul
(in its northern side),
a cold blizzard reigns
a predictable hunch
clouded its eyes' sky,
and frost deafened it
if it tries to say some,
its words… get frozen
whispered a snowdrop,
on bloodbath of March


… flocks of birds fly unnaturally in some skies,
emitting a terrifying disruptive noise

have no feathers, but AL13, carbon fiber and
plastic, plus a motor instead of heart

they're known as drones, (…evil angry birds)
darken the sky and turn the ground red

(may those real have might to annul fake ones) 

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beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

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