Dawns Also Crumble

Quaint is the old banter

About the immortal lantern

Sitting omnipotent on this constantly withering earth

Along the geranium-colored hearth

Speaking to the dusky night

As breath leaves the nest

Another child is nourished by the black mothers breast

As tyranny purports humble

Dawns also crumble

 

-I miss you Maya

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