Body, why do you rebel against me Body, do not lie,
If I am the feather you are the wings If I am the kite you are the wind
Thousands of years, wars Another age with dominant laws Life, forgotten letters cease the attar of words.
I love you like broken glasses.
qmunicreate is an anthology of creative writing, short stories and poetry, from students at the University of Glasgow. Our eleventh … More
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