The Injured Headquarter
The guy might be a pickpocket
But he is my brother
One of the sons of the land of Asia
A weed of the populous part of the earth
In a bottled dark he keeps a dragonfly
and tells himself: greetings to you, the deadened morning.
Copyright © Ferdous Mahmud | Year Posted 2019
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