The world moves all
at once, the moon rises when
the sun sinks;
The world isn't as small as we all know and think.
Days don't fly and
time doesn't tick by
People walk, the world moves on;
The grass is sun-baked
Oceans turn cold slowly
until the glacier is gone.
The world breathes and dies
together, another tree dies
as another bud grows;
Ocean waters flow
endlessly, the land stretches
Everything bleeds and glows.
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Poems From Puerto Verde
PoetryDuring this pandemic, we find more time removing each layer of our identity. The deeper we look out our windows, more stars appear. Our hair grows longer and longer. Everyday is spent like a time loop. As Milan Kundera says in "The Unbearable Lightn...
