Has the days gone by?
Does my knowledge of lines
Not reap anymore?
I had always hoped not
There came hope
The rising sound.
Triumphant, unaware of why
I had left behind
These scribbles,
this power of words
You took time to bleed out
Like your body took to be wet under the rain.
You were hidden
In the thickness of all the shadows.
It is as if things are making it way
As if the light is crawling up this chair to me
And asking me to reap through love again
Pulling the darkest shadows within which was buried
I’m making my way
Through these lines again..
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Chandni Venkatesh
"La poésie est une histoire en soi
N'a pas à rimer
parce que c'est beau de toute façon"
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