![]() fenneszA Poem by zain danyalI ask you: maybe I should leave My ticket is not here, but the next one over Could you point to me where it leads The seats here feel stuffy, like the third grade bus I ask you: what sights are there to see I have written myself into the stones of the places I have inhabited, at the very least, does it not despise my handwriting on their walls My port is of Toledo descended Each boat lies there in its dock, their conditions unmatched Canova found godliness within Perseus Perhaps my well worn shoes see it all just the same © 2024 zain danyal |
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Added on February 9, 2024 Last Updated on February 9, 2024 Author
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