Tethered To Broken Ties
Zithered strings that was as sanguine
as the machinations of the continents -
the distance behind the iron curtains
like a fountain of oasis, there is
a drought slumbering deep within
bludgeoning messages upon
the crest of the frothy mirage
under the jousting sun; It makes
everything harder at its best
when I yearn for what I can't.
poem by Norman Santos
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