Èrshísì Poem by Manay Myra Three hands keep moving, On the numbers they’re pointing. What have you done, and what have not? Whatever, hands are not gonna stop. Tik-tak, tik-tok, Shall I dance, or shall I dub? Tik-tak, tik-tok, Shall I just watch, pretending I am numb. White is still white, a blank. Typed, trashed,Continue reading “Literature-Poem”
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