A poem: ‘Unclosed’
Something we all strive for from time to time, I guess…
Unclosed
by Anna Wawrzyniak
Looking for questions to ask
looking for answers to appear
right before my eyes
on an empty stomach
Looking for a glimpse of a shadow
for an ordinary sign
for the hand that feeds
Looking for the void in darkness
for the door to the forest
that has been left unopened
and unclosed
photo credit: sciencesque via photopin cc
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