Poetry | Nature

Moringa

Prose Poem

By Obsidian Soul — Own work, CC0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=58536866

As I take gentle strides on my modest terrace to give some time to myself and get some fresh air, I see tall edifices around me … I sense suppressed voices in these structures. Maybe, someone else will think the same about my house if they take a walk on their terrace.

I see the usual sights … the wavy clotheslines, a crow or two cawing and flying here…

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