The dark-green sky,
it swirls above.
Dry mouthed and weak,
sinks in.
The pitch black dirt consumes body.
Tears are warm,
tears are warm......
Crushed soil sifts through fingers.
A prayer today; “Tomorrow, I will pray.”
Mahfooz Ali
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