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My Time Travel
// Take me back to the times when words were just air, swept away by carrying winds. Take me back to when you didn't worry about lighting, angles or battery life. Take me to when we didn't stare hopelessly into our screens wanting to be someone else so, desperately.
By Vivian Biserka8 years ago in Poets
1/30/18
The dove perches his frail beak saluting the sun whose mouth drips and sweats embered sighs. He expects a message from this being of the sky, the only father he’s ever known. He vines for his father, yet the sun only casts a bitter note of spice and anger. The dove, his wings burdened with spells, wearies empty in this craving. He seeks the nothing of his father and the everything of his mother. His mother- the foggy cry, the winded wallowing. The dove trails delight, he bids goodnight.
By Celia Hausske8 years ago in Poets
