Hidden Town Poem by Lity Munshi

Hidden Town

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Waiting is where, find me
Waiting is there i live in
Waiting is being path laying on it
waiting is smog then fallout
dumping years into years

A small town hides in
waiting stands there being
doorkeeper, day and night
away, if i listened rightfully
calling from runner horse
waiting name of desert fire
burned itself.

Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,poems,poetry,poets,time,waiting
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