I well up from the dust
become water, lines
in the dust - I mark
you who bore me
mould who I become.
I tear your skin
become dust, chunks
in the water - I create
me whom you bore
break who I was.
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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.
52 | I well up from the dust
I well up from the dust
become water, lines
in the dust - I mark
you who bore me
mould who I become.
I tear your skin
become dust, chunks
in the water - I create
me whom you bore
break who I was.
