I present on my Vocal space meaningful half-short poetry, for now.
This may change in the future.
You can also find me at this Medium adress (there they are all different writtings from here) : medium.com/@francis-l
Form over the world, whose I saw it has been whirled ; On my skyscraper I could dream for a longtime. But then, however,
One more step ...
I'm not sure about where I am I don't even know where I go As can be seen sometimes a clam Under the sea, in a drift move
The knife and the wife
Love is all. Love is sound. Love is tall. Love is around. I found myself in the arms of a girl after a long time looking for the right pearl.
The Hen hole
Here hear an adventure of people who would never become friends ; This is one very common story ending with fear and blood :
Beyond the steam over backwater A smoke grows, it skims part of the sky, Down, a young man derives lazily Holding a shisha as a master
First words to found a vocal voice From the bottom ground of the hill From underneath with force of will Here to write the world is my choice