motes

Posted on Categories The human condition

 

  1. Conversing with silence

I find myself

the night

alive

 

  1. Tears rinse the eye

Innocent

 

forgive them

 

they are deliverance

 

1.   Light

 

like a blind prayer

will find Its way

 

 

 

 

 

Published by Carlo Saio

I am a written and oral Poet, born and raised in Kenya. I Studied English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia

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