Thursday, 6 May 2021

Cancelling Tomorrows

 The windfall lives,

being caught up

in a jam-packed bus ride

to the land of nowhere,

driving at so slow a speed.


Tired

of the unceasing effort

of cancelling the tomorrows,

the windfall lives

at nightfall 

limping towards the resting place,

to stretch their arms

hearts and souls.



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