Zin Lim Poet Free verse

Cave

Uneven walls

smoothed by shadows,

where the sound of dripping water

echoes like a slow

waterfall.

I no longer know if my eyes are open.

Wind turns into whispers

turn into voices;

balloons cut loose

getting smaller

                         smaller

                                       against the sky

then nothing

but black.

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