Becoming

by BOB GALLO   Mar 28, 2022



like waves
on the faraway shores of soft sands,

Between us, the mirages dry out
and thirst
is the most wholesome spring

Nothing repeats between us,
like the rivers
we
always depart
yet we're always
there.

    report violation
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  • 2 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Interesting poem and I like the layout of this poem, Congrats on the win!

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