Something
Like raindrops glued to the car's window,
like platters of water on the road remain,
as shallow as to stand with pain under the mud,
we stand here, trying to reach for something,
like cactus roots reaching down to hell,
there's deepness buried down the ground,
with hands reaching for heaven,
so long, so long....
Copyright © Parizad Gaur | Year Posted 2023
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