Wild flower
You too, wild flower, you who are resting on a fence in an unknown field like a stray dog rests its head, tentatively at first, on my leg, then calmly, knowing it will be loved and not harmed – you,...
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tactile bravery mental hope things unsavory emotional grope reaching out to Reach within letting go and letting sin © 2019 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.
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Monsoon rain Gone summer pain Time to show my face again to the sky to my eye No reason for Beards to hide by If the moon comes to play when the rain has gone away I’ll be there No facial hair Just ol’...
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There’s a pigeon outside my kitchen window this rainy July morning in the monsoon. It’s soaked completely, its feathers striated and streaked by the rainwater that’s still dripping off its body as it...
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