Enlightenment Comes Late
Category: /General/Deep gaping. For that
you go to eat fire like cassowary.
The dragonflies float to hunt the stars.
My voice will not die
after the call of the sky. Where is requiem?
Has the hate been buried in water?
I will survive with
kingfishers, though hurt in catching
the stones, while making a wall of flowers.
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