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36) Miasma

My world is a room

And its windows

Gloom

Someone is smoking,

No; I think it's absence; absence of

The sun, the moon,

And all that shine;

All that make me shine;

All that make things shine;

The absence of fireflies

I think they're dyin' under the pressure of

Shadows

That hung so heavy as

Construction debris

On the giggling daffodils

That their laughters suffocated

By the black poison

Oh, what a prison!

To be segregated from

The golden

And to compromise with

The frozen.


When the satin curtains pull away

The dolorous imagery of the world

Is displayed.


- Naychi




2nd May, 2018

Yangon


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