It’s the devil’s wind; it’s the devil’s wind.
Robert passed by and said hi!,
The moonlight hugs the Kitchen floor
Ever changing, but never changing.
It’s the devil’s wind; it’s the devil’s wind.
Red hair down, Lisa rundown!,
Leaves scattered upon the grass
Ever changing, but never changing.
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an astonishing mish-mash of poetry, reviews, unpublished features and everything else i can come up with - all content © Raquel Pinheiro unless otherwise stated
About Me
- Raquel Pinheiro
- Mondo Bizarre Magazine Editor-in-chief; translator, writer, photographer, painter, poet, dreamer that now and then makes collages and bakes.