What you can't control is the love,
One feels for a,
Place.

One feels for an,
Understanding of it.

The cold juddering bolt of light,
Against cold concrete,
Against cold ground on which,
We alone walk,
Creates warm air in the atmosphere,
Which I breathe that makes one hotter.

Knelling lives to a close,
In a land which you understand,
The very concrete that is cold, or,
Perhaps warm.
It makes you hot, almost red
.
One becomes red.
The very bolt from god,
Ending one on the ground,
Against cold concrete,
Against cold grounds on which,

We alone walk.

Haris Rigoo

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