lunes, 18 de diciembre de 2023

#27. BLIND

 

Chris Candidovsky

Life, an invisible burden,

In the heartbeat of the blind mendicant.

Time, a somersault into the abyss,

A brawl to survive despair.

The now, a wavering flame,

In the darkest eve of the soul.

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