Strokes of life
When the sun hurts my eyesand all I hear is a deafening roar within
as birds are chearfully tweeting.
Then only pure kindness passed through
soft skin, in a stroke anywhere,
keeps me saturated for yet some
forwardlooking togetherness.
Poetry by Sunlit
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Written on 2022-01-05 at 14:42
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