Forgetting, An Ode
on my hands
the ashes of my anger
shall write your name
between the spaces
of our walls.
here the face of the
anguish
is painted
compromising
with the drought
even against my will
all these
shall be erased
by the rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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