Tuesday 25 August 2020

I Stopped Playing : A Poem

The fires
haven't died

but I stopped 
playing.

there's music
already.

in the roar 
of flames
breaking 
sturdiest barks

in the sweep
of gales
toppling 
tallest arcs

in the timbre
of words
shattering
strongest hearts

I stopped playing.

the music 
is deafening. 

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