Tropics Pt. 1

Tropics Pt.1

Walking on the white sand.

A secret crossing, an unknown territory.

An obsolete gesture of dignity unveils a perpetuous inner guilt.

A forgiving song is heeded.

Old principles and lost covenants,

Secret gardens and reverred epigrams.

The festive season grants a brave act of reprimand.

We dream of an exodus.

A stolen radio,

Our very own secret words,

Old poems and teasing laughters.

Reviews

[Dayran]

A mysterious door opens. This is the first time, I've seen this in write since Herman Hesse. A bold poem.