An Occasional Poem Poem by Darlan M Cunha

An Occasional Poem



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The village grows towards what it does not
you can stop: your multiple shadow,
each shadow with a different number
of limbs: arms legs heads and inheritances
with which the village will have to be.

Thursday, December 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: village,psychology,shadows
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Darlan M Cunha

Darlan M Cunha

Medina, MG, Brazil
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