#poetry #Trash #poison #planet.
English version of this:https://loscittorevolante.org/2021/02/25/poesia-spazzatura/
Often I dream to find myself surroinded by trash.
Maybe it’s what my mind it’s trying to pull out.
All I don’t need,
a dumbster of thoughts.
A lot of things are unnecessary.
I have to take out the trash.
Away from me.
A lot things poisoned my mind.
Like the trash in this world,
is poison for the planet.