The Property Tax
Who says life is fair, where is that
written
on the stone tablets? When it snows,
I don’t feel like a child anymore.
I don’t ask the universe for
explanations,
but when I wake up in the morning,
sometimes in the middle of the night,
my thoughts go to her.
Without my doing or saying anything,
she is gone from me.
I love you forever and always I think.
Why do I have this sorrow?
How can I fix that?
I think about the property tax and
I
know why.
___ AKSHR
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