Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, July 28, 2018
human formation
today I saw with my own eyes
how a human is formed
tiny dot, black in a black space
that falls into a void
tiny dot in a black sack
will arrive with a stork
when we stop waiting.
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