Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Poetic Exile

the coming armies
ever closer and closer
security and peace eroding faster
with each approaching artillic boom
disintegrating faster
than we can pack some
few precious memories

we go...
toward some border
between this life
and tomorrow
the unknown whatever

this random shock
further droughting
my arid soul

June 18, 2024
Some fictitious Elba

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