The story of the river and the duel
Where I looked
Don't look at it anymore
So I surrendered to a woman-river
Hemlock juice across the river blue
I am blue-throated; Duel flaps its wings
Let's go through the umbilical cord of the sea And want back on the other side
Yet in the chest of this duel
The morning stars shine
Two beaches in one horizon
On the beach of waiting silence
Crying dreams of dawn looking for another beach.
Copyright © Mashrafi Hossain Antu | Year Posted 2024
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