Treasure Island

Tiku akp


Unsatisfied


Sun peeks through the leafy twigs
Clouds get inebriated with too many swigs
Edges are crowded with immortal figs
I feel the thirst cupping my palms under the fountain.

Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013

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