Tuesday, December 8, 2020

MiniPoetry

There 
I was
Near 
The inner 
Dimensions 
Of sanity 

Where
There was
A minuscule 
Assemble
Of my reality 

Here
I was
Born to be
Free

Searching
Kindness
It left
Behind us


The birdsong
The language
Of crematory ashes


What remains
As I search 
Tirelessly 
For that place 
And normality

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