Reaching rack adder

The streaming rain that fell for weeks, days

Noise of fighting neighbours, death in their eyes

A breeze stirring the lamp that hangs from a thin wire

A green notebook that is slowly filling up with words

Children, their hair growing, their hearts hungry

Confusion, painless – wordless, nameless, scentless

Running down the road, the sweat streaming

An accident of fate is no accident, it is fate

Flying daughter

Flying daughter

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