Subtil Poem by Darlan M Cunha

Subtil



Sometimes, always at night, I would go
to a place that
either didn't exist
or was still under construction
but no curious person saw such glory
or deep wound.

Subtil
Monday, August 9, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: curiosity,society
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Darlan M Cunha

Darlan M Cunha

Medina, MG, Brazil
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