Nd Smolders While He Paints An Egg
Easter Sunday
a cathedral smolders,
people are crushed and weeping.
While a painted egg sits in his hand,
he's blissfully unaware.
The only thing that exists are three white eggs.
A rainbow of colors on his tiny fingertips.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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