#Poem
Becoming one
Migom Pegu
Apr 21, 2020 • 1 min read
Surf -
The ripple of time.
Onwards to this moment;
Always,
Like now,
We have arrived.
Transcended barriers,
The spirits,
And spatial.
What does it matter,
We always will collide?
In an explosion yet,
We scatter too,
And become one.