It was not mental,
when you said, ―
in solstice, the body
and the physics of ashes become
one, the duality is lost
and indentation removed.
This fall it was a freak
weather. The tangerines are
covered with accusing ice. The
insomnia has set in the trees.
No body was sleeping
in gray.
Do not forget the prayer.
Retroactivily you can be pardoned.
Greetings from oldest Highlands in Europe - Swietokrzyskie, Poland. I Hope You will enjoy my poem, which I found reasoning in a bit similar space as this one. Here it goes. *** Allign with transparence. It is soft. It sets the things. As a dose of sugar And the clear timbre of noon. Spur and indifference. Still you are quiet And I draw a common line in the air.
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And Thank You for Your Prayers and Fight.
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