Divinity Poem by Khembottra Oum

Divinity



A pain that grows
grows like no other...
Not like a flower that blossoms
from the ground.
More like a burning cigarette
in the night.

Heroes know well
what real love is.
Mannequins on display
are lucky...
They never have a fixed pose.

Truth is always attached...
to something that can't be seen.
Sad eyes that dream...
can dream
What no one else... can ever see.

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