Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Sunday, March 25, 2018
The doe by the river
The gazelle has taken her neck down
ti drink from the river, preceded the sunlight
heart of doe, she became the light
when death tapped her heart
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