Air by Leona Labuschagne

Air – poem by Leona Labuschagne The diving bell spider’s ephemeral bubble Is a pulsating dream Blown-built with infinitesimal dragged orbs of sky Working stolidly for a spider’s transient lifetime Not knowing that the cycle is short Expecting nothing but to not die The spider-is oblivious to the grace of its own air Its own...

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Leona Labuschagne
Leona Labuschagne
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