You are born in the dark.
Blind, you bump
into b i t s
of who you become.
Already in your first hours you build
a crust over the wounds
of your birth - gluing what broke
before it was whole. Already
planing the heat of your core
to dust in the blood
of your fingers.
YOU ARE READING
The Sun Shone at Dawn
PoetryThe wind blows harder under many shades of grey. The sun shone at dawn. *** A collection of haikus, tankas, poems about nature, climate change, platonic love, and any other poems I feel like writing or translating to English.
