Category: /General/You will see and will
not see, at the same moment;
the son of moon,
and daughter of earth―
not meeting at the horizon
The hole in the back
of skull was widening. An
atheist becomes a Greek God,
edged out after a heart wrenching
A trail of blood follows,
after the sharp words pierce
your poems. Dying in pieces,
becomes a daily ritual.
To be different was
very painful, like white mushroom
turning back to black soil.
Who will walk in the footprints of light?
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