WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, PRESENT

PRESENT
I dream from
dawn till dusk,
My past is easily
disturbed, distracted
getting lost in the middle
like an uninvited cloud of loss,
then the faded sky turns
like an empty box of
fumes of future
while taking painkillers
for healing wounds and scars,
On this day
of the present.
Williamsji Maveli

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