The clouds have fallen into the water
Dream narratives cried so that I could not sleep
And the trees are drowning pronounced the loudspeaker
In the second dream
I will be the census of the drowning trees
I tried to speak bravely
I will be their mirror
But the armies had captured everything
And all my images were sleeping.
mary angela douglas 22 march 2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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