Absara Ghiorghis

Rookie (California)

Sorry

I will say I'm sorry
when the sun begins to grin,
when the clouds whisper a story,
the wind flies me around the world.

I will say I'm sorry
when criminals disappear into the golden gates in the sky,
when hunger is a memory on a page in a dusty book,
when all people have mansions and are prosperous.

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