ECLIPSE : an object poem / M. P. Pratheesh


there are clouds to hide us. 

we need enough darkness to grow. nights give birth to much deeper nights. 

we are left alone with these shadows of grief.

we are learning slowly to be reborn.

M P Pratheesh is a poet who gathers tiny pieces of ancient, silent and sentient objects/beings from and around the backyard

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