Lonely Poet
His thoughts sun-drenched tears.
His bloody pen his whole life.
His motive is always unrequited
love to all.
he has no ulterior motive in doing this
His unflagging whispers
stride along the impassable road.
He spells an heavenly dawn.
He writes the green dream in the palm
of his hand
Copyright © Mulu Magdalinos | Year Posted 2024
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