L For a memory of X
L.
L is a lid
-L is lit
before light:
but a late librarian of lyrics
liable even life to lend
L is not an abrupt inflection of levity
but a lampoon of a bad shampoo advert.
L is a leaf
not a liver
L is left to shiver in leather wrapped lies
L is a left-handed lass
L is lust:
but the last lost in the dust.
Lest I forget
L is not „ Lupus in fabula'
L is a lazy lad
but replies with your lips
to long not opened letters:
L is a lotus but looks like a lily
L is a lavender's petal
or maybe its sepal.
L lightens listening Luciano Pavarotti
But L is not an opera
L is a lump of bread
a piece of land
rather the rhythm of a poem's leap.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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