His Frame
A rocky terrain, with pockets of stubborn ferns protruding from their depths. A man stands, arms akimbo. From a distance, his large frame is swallowed by the expanse of the landscape.The sunshine showers the land from a once overcast sky, the clouds still intent but undecided. His soul speaks its peace in the quietude of the view, the distant mountains, lush with greenery, offer him company like a keen audience at a recital.
Time holds still,each gaze is measured and deliberate yet carefree. His travels have allowed him a festival of sceneries and he drenches himself in this one too, like a familiar chapter in a tattered book.
In'kwa 2020.
Poetry by in'kwa
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2020-07-11 at 00:14
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