Carnation - by Jan Richard Baraceros

A formation that's imminent

awaking what's inside.

Grounded earthly movements

which will soon subside.

With good and bad intent

for those who shall reside,

Continent to continent—

just as we collide.

Beyond posts, beyond heights

Beyond rights and wrongs and might.

Through rough waves and rising tides,

on Pacific winds we glide.

Golden beams of rising days,

orange shades of sinking sphere—

the dawning of a brand new love.

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Cover Page by Akshita