Memory
When I was sixteen
I think I didn't
imagine much well somehow the assumption of the
atmospheric clicky-clacky for instance?,
later, something goes the goes:
Mystery, wonder, fantasy,.......
and even today it is and now and will be tomorrow?,
I'm wishing to glee or dwell in pluto or elsewhere a far
pavilion in the world?.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2024
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