Category: /General/I will do no harm
in asking the colors of
dazzling stripes so lovelorn
that they cling like reptiles.
like seagulls, which dive
to catch their own images. You kept on
walking on cobble-stones.
Half your life sat between two
deaths. One of redwood
and other of falling star.
You want to go back to lake for a holy bath.
Ignites. You bleed like a
hidden wound. Never finishing―
of endless journey. You
will never find your namesake.
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