Carving | Angelica Fuse
I would
carve a better
more hopeful
world
if only I had
the proper
instruments.
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Rainbow Eyed | Ananya S. Guha
Known, unknown
qualities bygone,
if I were the ever
it would never
be what is,
a mouthful of love
is not enough,
wish it were,
stampeding riot of colours
in oblivion. Dreams, never?
If I were the ever,
actually it’s all over
now, stampeding riot of colours. Let me be rainbow eyed.
Silent Sisters | HR Creel
They stand in rows, each one
a flower of absolutism, empty
mouths that would offer me
kindnesses and wisdom, if
only they had not made
their solemn vows, if only
they did not close wider
worlds off in their faith.