Your name, a sanctuary of autonomy, where wings unfurl in freedom's dance, A celestial sovereignty, forging paths through solitude's expanse. Is this why? In your silence, colonization's shadow looms.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
