©2022 Michael Raven
Originally posted in social media on this date in 2020.
with rusted
barbed wire kisses
we returned to times of
blood and soil
liminal spaces
transient faces
hoarfrost-crusted fingers
dancing the razor edge
the lacuna beckons --
dust on yellowed lace
Beautifully written…
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Thank you once again, Navin. 🙏
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You’re welcome Michael ✨🙏💫
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