POETRY: Milton’s Child

Find me
a womb
of meanings
for frigid verses

This nomad
awaits
the birth
of night

The dark
hides
the pain
of pains

At daybreak
let me
smell
the dew

before it leaves
with the
breath of
the morning wind

(Redmoon of Bukidnon likes to describe himself as a trying hard poet).

 

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