Paced Breaths

 


    I love poetry.
    I love "taking it slow",
    I love slow-paced movies,
    Evening walks alongside
    The sun sliding into
    A slow slumber, serene.
    I love places where 
    "There is nothing really to see"
    But winds deep,
    Sheltering a slow paced song
    For the ears that are ready to
    Forget themselves in its chasm.
    I love people who feel and fly
    Who listen to the little whispers
    Of the night and the light
    Of the blue and the yellow
    Who heed to the '"little things".
    I love those hearts which
    Fume like endless chunks 
    Of bloody red and black embers
    At the sight of a fellow human
    Being belittled, treated like
    An unbodied carcass writhing
    Amongst the sharp twisted fingers
    Of a scavenger.            

    - Vinaya Mary 
      04/23

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