Best Unmapped Poems
The Architect of MorningWhat if dawn delays at my pane,
Fearing dreams too long displaced?
I send my shadow down the lane—
It knows the streets I’ve never faced.
My homeland breathes in mother’s tea,
Its edges traced by grief and flame.
Each night the map reshapes for me,
Erasing paths I cannot name.
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Categories:
unmapped, cute love,
Form:
Quatrain