Wandering In Midair Poem by Dennis Go

Wandering In Midair



A part of me slowly thrives
Out of existing darkness
Reaching out where free souls go,
Wandering in midair
Like sparrows in the open
Crouching through the rain.

How good it is to feel pain
When the soul bevels itself
Emerging away from the light;
From the life, from the love
Once dissevered of breath!

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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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