The wet of the solar
A cool and twin reality
You don’t know it
While it exists.
And then it’s told to you.
Bold. Halo of gold, greatness.
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The wet of the solar
A cool and twin reality
You don’t know it
While it exists.
And then it’s told to you.
Bold. Halo of gold, greatness.
One reply on “Poem: Madras”
This captures it, what an experience.