a poem a day by A.J.Rao


You ask where do you live
And whether,and if you do.
On this  beach is upheaval
Where I live by a big moon.

It seems a sea lives by me
From my balcony in a rust.
My rust is the sea lips kiss
And white foam moon kiss.

My midnight sleep footfall
Is a matter of a rust’s restil,
A sleep rusting on balcony,
A pale moon rusting in sea.

Sea moon goes red in face
When there is my upheaval
Where I live from  balcony,
Rusting with spent dreams.


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