Moon
There was a place of ours some days elsewhere in the
past
we went to breakfast
a mysterious bird is vampire
who was sick, dear or here
on the wall people now only see the lines and somehow
perhaps colouring frost?.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2024
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