The owl stare knows
family secrets, are taboo fingers
twitching to murmurs
preserving truths concealed
inside hearts carved from stone
cold, nocturnal and ominous
as the distant thunder
of a sleepless summer night
snuggled, with their comforters
escorting many to the grave
nemesis, to the light
of day
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: July 26th, 2024 05:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 0
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