Black Poem
Black Poem
Heavy ears
burdened with the
endless sounds of
industry,
shackling our souls
to the wheels
of progress.
– Anvita Winter.
——-
Return to the August 1999 index page
Black Poem
Heavy ears
burdened with the
endless sounds of
industry,
shackling our souls
to the wheels
of progress.
– Anvita Winter.
——-
Return to the August 1999 index page