that learning floor had sooo many cracks-
although it was rusty, archaic...
I kept my balance, good
'till one day I fell~
down I tumbled
passing by
dry bones
absence
blood
dead eyes...
empty arms
then, ahh... I bumped my head on
Oman,
Ghana and Brooklyn...
and well, ever since then, it's been green pastures and blue skies......
©paulabrown
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