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This Moment/Wings sprouting darkly/Between shoulder blades/ This moment/A song vibrating/In the mouth of silence//Each flower a wild sisterhood/ Each cloud a neighborhood of electric possiblities/...
I am leaving the poem unfinished here if someone wants to know the ending, please let me know. I wrote this on April 22nd 2016
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.