One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Imagine death dethroned daily, too old to be alive. Now close your eyes.
Wake up and clutter teeth to welcome daylight.
I cannot bear to feel despair of your unbroken flesh - my flesh that have been thrown on a pavement to heal the bruise of death.
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