of anxiety bombs
how they spark slowly
and go off
who comes to my mind
who wants in
who wants out
outside the world is one whole
green plain
in the evening
the sky is silver
I don’t know what it thinks
I only see how sad it is
and how it bends down
all the way
to kiss the earth.
Not seen before. A minefield successfully crossed and escaped. There’s light and beauty here.
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Thank you Adil
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