Glad Tiding
And they laughed. Lovingly, affectionately.
As the morning sun was the hero in the windowpane in this city.
And I thought about the cop, this city and his tattooed skin.
God is a garbage can, where people on earth are a glad tiding.
And warning too.
June 8, 2023
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2023
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