Last night
We kneaded the bread of friendship
In you I found all the fraternities in space
The pitcher of his thirsty sentences
The windmills of their notches
Last night
It’s actually a long-born morning
An old sentence written in mature ink
I will never walk hungry through this valley of tears again
Carrying in their pockets crumbs of that same bread
I will not be a poet either
He is not a painter
I’m basically gone
I became a poem last night
Completed sentence on the wing of a bird 18.06.2021. Akuere Hopestar Tasra -Eveline Napaja Keke Kampala Uganda
Akuere Hopestar Tasra
Eveline Napaja Keke
Autor: Mladen Ljubić -Vajta@
