He And I Poem by hassan dawut

He And I



Misty morning,
The cold gets warm inside me and slips away
The sunlight flashes through like a sparrow
The lake miscounts the stones in it
The buildings vie for more fog

Misty city,
He reaches his hand out with a smile
I reach mine out with a rush
Hands clasp in ultimate confusion
Rhetoric questions greet with familiar courtesy

Misty journey,
I won't be offended by him
He won't be disappointed by me

Tuesday, December 21, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: journey,hypocrisy
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