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A Day Lost

Rating: 4.8

At last loss has visited me,
She carries me in her throat tonight.

The night is a bed of tears frozen in time
they labour under the past, mime
what was then a fugitive, now a
tyrant, the moon rises as a prayer,
a pair of hands in a cupped stare.

Dawn sleeps by the window-sill, dreams.

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Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,loss
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Fabrizio Frosini 12 October 2016

a very good poem indeed! keep it up!

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Shivangi Mariam 12 October 2016

Thank you for encouraging me. I would love to read your poems.

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Shivangi Mariam 12 October 2016

Thank you, Abubakar Aliyu

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Brother Sadeeq 12 October 2016

Nice one mariam keep it up.

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