#4216 poetry

photo : sunset, Tata Beach

I will shorten the days

of the displeasures of the world

I will flatten the veins

of dark resentment

I will avoid words that are too light

for they weaken as soon as they are pronounced

nothing will be lost

everything will still be there

but buried

but buried

and relieved

of the jumble

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