an unsighted leap
from the caverns
of land and sea
to the chills of a city
conceited skin-deep
and what lies in between
are trenches,
alternatively replaced by
thick and thin memories
a hybrid lemonade
a glassful of hybrid lemonade
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1 comment:
A Nomad musnt be obsessed with memories howsoever soaked they are with lemonade.
Nice poetry here. Delightful !
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