Artchil Daug - First Memory

Soft cushion, touching
my softer skin, within
reach, a lullaby on
the table, I crawled
towards the dark shades
of my memory, a frontier
in the process
of remembering
the first lights,
the light I shed
on the world.

Artchil Daug

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