Placed Souls

Poem By SHAI CHERRY

Speak in tongue
isn't a form of art
but an attempt
to set fire to the rain
from toxic melodies

Circles of life
are things that one must except
to get the message
poured out of the grave
from the water's edge

I'm sending reflections
through deep tracks is my indifference
of a troubled mind
set to drift apart
away from loves pain.

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