At Hallow Poem by Malaya Roses

At Hallow



Calling me is a human
His belly skin was burnt
A sore is so palpable
Blood is on the green grass garden
More than wounded flesh,
Hurtful bones are emancipating truth
In rain his pain is agony
None could feel him
Within a regretted hug
Kisses
My name presence
At hallow
Just eyes meet an apologetic theme of the day.

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