Grit
In quest of who I am,afloat, tide hit I land
inside you , and as
two strangers
locked in bitter battle
we break each other
until irritation
wound oozes
a flow of nacre
that melt solder
us both in one
as if we trade
unconsciously
our shape
free of 'I' and 'we'
my other self
to become
who we really are-
soul made pearl
of truth.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2026-05-04 at 02:15
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