crumpled tissues, coffee and poems
Friday, 23 August 2019
Road
On a slippery
Road
Lined with
Aged Rose wood
With colors borrowed
From
Moon
And
Sun
In a wink of an eye
Fragile lives
Touched
Leaving
A Mark
No moon
or Sun
Can Touch.
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