SHED
In my own words
I.
Take shelter;
not to flee.
To breathe
with ease, instead.
And tolerate life.
And in the name
of tolerance
I scribble
and pause only
to let the air in.
In these words;
in this room
I savor
the fleeting calmness.
Why I wrote tem,
I cannot divulge.
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OLD SOULS (Poems and other Blurbs)
PoesíaWords and other sounds from an open cavity hole of a man who... after so many years... has finally become old... by Jay Protacio Mendoza
