La Vie Moderen

r. miller alt lit, free verse, poetry May 4, 2016May 3, 2016 1 Minute

Mon pauvre cœur est trop petit
pour la vie moderne.

Je suis un homme mais
je me sens comme un désert.

Mes yeux sont blancs
avec la maladie de mon ville.

Je marche sans passion.
Mon ombre ne suive pas.

-r. miller

Published by r. miller

I'm a fan of beards, cardigan sweaters, and good weed. Sometimes I write, and sometimes, people enjoy it. View all posts by r. miller

Published May 4, 2016May 3, 2016

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