With quiescence parroting
and an achromic sheet ensconcing your frame
the padre chants
only to ausculate your loved ones sniffle.
I watched you being buried.
deeper
and
deeper.
a friend, a brother, a lover and a son.
now,
Resting in an array of stars
waiting for the sun to rise in the
high northern sky.
-Khushi :’)
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
With quiescence parroting
and an achromic sheet ensconcing your frame
the padre chants
only to ausculate your loved ones sniffle.
I watched you being buried.
deeper
and
deeper.
a friend, a brother, a lover and a son.
now,
Resting in an array of stars
waiting for the sun to rise in the
high northern sky.
-Khushi :’)
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