Fears Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Fears

Rating: 5.0


The ground ate his feet,
The sun his back,
The fear his head, and
In order to pick up the light
from night's passage by his eyes,
He talked, gently to executioner.

Thursday, June 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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