In the Dusk by Ridwana Rahman


dear my lost wallet,

By Symon Ramos


lost child little


your place in this world


by my side

but I know you can't help

the urges

of your soul

the impulses

of adventure

I'm but the worried




of green

and greener pastures

yet the inner crevices

of my home

my vehicle


call out to you with siren songs transparent muses I own you not

you are of

the wind unconstrained makes you lovely gives you

an aura

of freedom

yet it

is that

same aura



in my

distress for you

I will miss you

in your travels when you are not by

my side

like a

coal miner's wife on an endless summer day which offers

no guarantee

of his return come back to me so we can rejoice


the return

of a



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