Category: /General/A lake walk,
in the forest of limbs.
Like the blind man said,
I can hear the truth.
It was more of a ritual
to sit in intense moonlight
when seagulls were stealing the sky…
And you will belong―
to the darkness, of unknowing―
Knowing the inevitable end,
that will come, uninvited.
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