Micropoetry 6-18-2020

in exile
huddled together
away from the interrogation lights
where the air is calm
and the land outside is green

within the lines
of closed up space
where we define
the limits where
none existed before

off in the distance
where all the colors
have enter my life
closer than the ones
within my reach

when all the world
becomes the wind
these walls, set firm,
resemble peace

 

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