
Things happened in the past
with a reckless sigh of breath
with madness screaming above the shore.
Things happened between the sky and the Earth.
Climate / Conditions,
Between. Stone. Tank traces,
a poem got saddened,
quenching and reaching,
split and tear.
Like frozen apples and bananas
I hunt them, roll them
from the pines in the beginning.
Snort on them, put them in my veins,
old things,
Forlorn ankles. Bruised. Soft. Slow.
I have songs from the Island,
that I never share.
Things happened between the day and the night.
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P.S- I AM GOING TO READ A LIVE POETRY SOON ON INSTAGRAM ALONG WITH A FEW OTHER TALENTED ARTISTS. LET ME KNOW IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED, I WILL SHARE THE LINK.
Thinking of a Christmas gift? My poetry collection is receiving all the love for which I am truly thankful to each one who supported it. I produced my book out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here-