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The Refuge

Sometimes, a child is the only relief in this confusing world…

Sana Rose
Sana Rose
May 4, 2020 · 2 min read

There are cracks in the shell —

I'm stepping out...

The colours flow away —
blood red, live green,
bruised blue, oldened yellow —
in the rivulets formed by
the monsoon rain
along the sidewalk.