Illusion Of Flight
Getting out of nowhere
Making sense of nothingness
You are on the road to somewhere there is only red colours
Loitering with reds marching into the unknown area of truth
Daring to touch the possibilities of lives
Make speeches on the stage of flashed poetry in conflict
A man without a hat bare-footed smiles on the restaurant of commercial faces
poem by Nyein Way
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