Sounds like a wonded dog, mutilated
The Bard
Sings the absense, the lack
While pans magical words that invoque peace
Groans gagged, recluse in the city
After being as characters from books of Jack Kerouac
He smiles als someone that complet his task well
I see his face making our essentials scars
Few never die
Dylan is one of then
30-05-2021
Fotografia, jlcalliari
Joordan District, Amsterdam
