blooming

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it is taking place.

when the moon rises.

when the sun sets.

when the rain does not pour.

there is a silence

to the bloom.

-do not fear the absence of the happening.

© Hudson Biko

Photo by Lucas Silva Pinheiro Santos

 

 

home

black.

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when the stars have fallen

from the moon,

and the tears have risen

from the earth,

and the night

has become the light,

there is a lighter life.

-do not fear your weakness

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Averie Woodard

 

 

rainfall

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the rain falls in

splashes and splatters

to tatters

of trees

and seas

of leaves

fallen in agos

long gone.

 

and every so often

the forming leaves

glimmering in afternoon dew

catch onto a few

at their tips

and hold on

for as long

as the song

of the birds

will go.

but once.

or twice.

there are one.

or two.

that brush

against the rush

of the fall.

and just stay.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Alessio Lin

 

waves

it was an afternoon. the time was half past two and the sun rolled down the ocean. kissing it slightly. its reflection caught across ripples that made their way across to shore. we spoke.

in between. few and far. there were these absolute moments of silence. we bowed. cups of tea. slowly brewed. sipping.

the tides were slow. the sand was warm. the leaves flew in an ease. the breeze was soft.

i think those were the best moments. when it felt as though the oceans were right there. next to me.

© Hudson Biko