they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
far
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper
buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 6:07 AM UTC
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
far
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper
buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
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