the need of a golden touch

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her unfueled reminiscences, held,

pressed hard, cold, mountain-ed;

she boils somewhere inside

her consciousness running roots,

grows high, reaching skyward, reflects;

in green canopy, she breathes

under her shade we built traps,

under our concrete shades she boils

fueling her memories, melts dangerously,

running cracks all over the existence;

the art of Kintsugi calls,

bring in  lacquer and golden herbs,

soothe her wounds

she is the depth of ourselves… 

Visit dVerse Poets Pub for poems with 'Shade' and Poets United for the art of Kintsugi
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