Specks of dust drift away
Fragments of the past scatter in the air
Weariness crawls, mute, at the end of the road
Tag: poetic journal
Unsent Signal in the Age of Noise
I composed you
not as a letter,
but as a frequency no one tunes into anymore
Under the Same Sun
So we live under the same sun where perennial plants grow far from the river’s flow But light or air … More
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