Poem -
“TRANSIENT”
Climbing the mountain all day
Fading into the dark at night
Joining the queue for the train.
We sat round the table and smiled
As we talk about death;
Shadow faster than being
We sat nurturing wound
Looking and admiring
The morning scar on our legs.
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