And have you seen?
Those magical
bokehs of snowfall lights
when you glide
your eyelids open
into a drowsy, dreamy
deafening silence
and wet blistering heat
of the midday sun
in tropical summers...
- A.D.4.4.18
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Acid Light
PoetryThe rage. The melancholy. The isolation. The burn. Of Tropical Summers. This is my first work here!! :') Beginner's luck? let's hope.
