the bustling creaking of the polished leather shoes
which I felt half asleep
the languid snow muffling every sound outside
the honest transparency of liquor bottle
that my father would put away in the belief
after the visit of his good old times
It was the day of feast
on this clod of water and mud resting on the Orion arm
I am alive remembrance
and all the the universe knows
Marco Bo
which I felt half asleep
the languid snow muffling every sound outside
the honest transparency of liquor bottle
that my father would put away in the belief
after the visit of his good old times
It was the day of feast
on this clod of water and mud resting on the Orion arm
I am alive remembrance
and all the the universe knows
Marco Bo
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