This empyreal, celestial bodies & the core, all a place assigned,
Mine lies in a wearied sunrise, crackling in a pool of sweat, cupped in my palms,
Like an obelisk, defiant heaving dawn from the elements,
Passing of my day, fathomed in the Sun’s shadow, moving across my length.//
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this poem is composed with so much compassion and treated with a humane touch. thanx
very hard working and laborious, you put on this a marvellous effort...kudos to you..i like it