Tag: Poetry
suppressed
Solitary
nightfall settles
into crevices
of blue
sky.
shadows
bleed. into
backdrops of
lightbulbs and
fleeting existence
- how many times do we stay when we don’t need to?
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by The How Photographer
Center
Cyclical
Days feel like tape
stuck in cassettes
re-winded and played again
( the tapes are empty)
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Andrew Neel
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