This post is dedicated to lovely Samia:
February
Potluck was fun with a dash of a poetry challenge thrown in for
me...Martin Brehm Medfarfarpaarejse ran around to collect random words
from people and explained the activity (some were disappointed they did
not hear the output) ...i was given about 15 minutes to draft the poem,
amidst a drunk guy who wanted travel tips and/or assurance of tips in a
sober state. Thanks Ambra, J Daniela Luthje, Carsten, for the support!
Wrote on a pizza box that Martin has hung at his place!
This is what I came up with:
My night butterfly of freedom
Facing the horror in a compression chamber...
The megalomaniac squirrel called life
Leaves no room for perseverance...
Shuts it off in a box
A fridge with cold pain...
The fire shy, untouched,
The holy panda silent.
Ambra, Jester, Julia, Samia
Wrote on a pizza box that Martin has hung at his place!
This is what I came up with:
My night butterfly of freedom
Facing the horror in a compression chamber...
The megalomaniac squirrel called life
Leaves no room for perseverance...
Shuts it off in a box
A fridge with cold pain...
The fire shy, untouched,
The holy panda silent.
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