Leafing through the speechless trees.
They have stopped turning
the sense around.I stop at the openings.
Space
within           space

freeing               chains.
A bee’s wing.
Water tongues
lapping    void.

The light is a formless   spray
sprinkling on my face.

Making me squint.

Reminding me
to smile.

poem and image © Malintha Perera

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