It was red hot coals
Fiery water falls,
Thorns under my feet,
Nails in my bones.
Drilling in my head,
Banging in my joints,
Rain from my skin,
Roars in my voice.
We are now the BN Poetry Foundation
20 hours ago
the end of hope is the end.
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1 comments:
Short and lovely...well done.
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