fake poet - Beneath my hands your small breasts are the upturned bellies of breathing fallen sparrows. Wherever you move I hear the sounds of closing wings of falling wings. I am

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Leonard Cohen: Poems

A lyrical short story by Leonard Cohen: A Montreal poet goes looking for love in a raincoat, Leonard Cohen

A lyrical short story by Leonard Cohen: A Montreal poet goes looking for love in a raincoat, Leonard Cohen

Beneath my hands, a poem by Leonard Cohen (1934-2016)

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Sakshi Narula on X: One of my favourite Leonard Cohen poems Beneath My Hands Beneath my hands your small breasts are the upturned bellies of breathing fallen sparrows. Wherever you move I

Leonard Cohen: Poems