Humorous
- Nadine Yassin

- May 16, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 25, 2025
You cry.
I laugh
like
a two headed calf.
Perspectives change, and
not all lack range.
Light will radiate
each
of my vertabrate.
Seething through,
I have new
flowers growing
in my brain
from
all the rain.
In my blood,
where there is mud
lotus planted root,
which
lay by my fruit.
Knowledge like food,
is subject to my mood.




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