Poetry

Pillage started, 
when there were anti-answers. 
The trapped light- 
 
wanted to be 
released, 
from brutalism. 
 
When you were 
nearly drowned, 
in the multitude of questions, 
 
joining the palms, 
you collect the moments 
of solitude. 
 
You drop a key 
in the ocean. 
Its imprint swims 
 
to the other side of shore. 
You felt lonely 
stars said, it is time for us to leave.