Avoiding noise
my ears
under the piece of cloud
White to dark cloud
walking slowly
touching the winds naked body
I'm walking
on the forlorn path
with the flying grey ashes
Dogs running
crossing me fearlessly
barking game in the urbane dustbin
The flies of stinky dust
flying over my nose
Yet; walker I'm
-May 27,2019 Chattogram
I'm walking on the forlorn path with the flying grey ashes- - - -These lines are so stirring, reaching right in the soul of the hurt and troubled. Well done. 10
OOO JUNOOON? ? ? ? WHATEVER IT MEANS MB OF BD ARE U ALSO INTO EXPERTISE OF DEATH POETRY ALL ARE IN UR FAR EAST @32 BE YE
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Flying grey ashes! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.