Final Night

Smelling the emptiness of the place that was once filled with familiar sounds and sights to tickle my breaths, one can’t help but imagine where everything used to be placed with the utmost care and think about how quickly it was all taken down. Composed 06/07/14 Author’s Note: This is the last poem I have […]

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Swept away by unblinking eyes on triangle horizons, a sailor adrift on land where he smells no salt and tastes no depths, instead smelling cooked grass firmly planted on lands so high he hopes that one day he might catch a glimpse of the sea until he realizes his legs wobble with uncertainty once more. […]

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