In Misty Day

Date 2019/4/14 2:17:32 | Topic: Poems

Moment of truth.
Bougainvilleas
on grass.

A visible absence.
I was searching-
you in poems.

Your fluid eyes.
My moon-clouds
ready to crash on the land.

In my cupped hands
I collect the tears
of the sky.


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