Unfinished Temples
20 October 2020
Leaves that rise better
than roots
make no sound when
they fall.
Once, Earth was created
for my
karma to heal yet
in this
silence of waiting rooms,
the sun
rises inside my temple.
I am
a molecule away from
an unfinished
symphony that keeps impersonating
my frustration
because my
energy cannot
hear itself think like
swallowing set symbols of
lungs on
dehydrated pages missing you.
{XM}
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