12 april 2021
The Sunrise
Centrality suffers.
A poem
cries.
The kingfisher
dives
to find the depth of water.
Ready to strike
beyond― the
horizon, black hole.
With September
blues on―
my hands, I pray.
12 april 2021
Centrality suffers.
A poem
cries.
The kingfisher
dives
to find the depth of water.
Ready to strike
beyond― the
horizon, black hole.
With September
blues on―
my hands, I pray.
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