kneeling on me was a blind man who pleads.
a single rice is not enough to succeed.
empathy to the man who cannot find
his son who was also blind.
true colors shown beyond sympathy,
violent folk-lore flashbacked to me.
grey ashes of my family
all killed by a blind man, astonishingly.
to bring down a blind man, von f.
January 17, 2023
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
