Pour voir les éléphants roses.

by saajidahfirdausi

Face pressed against wet gravel,
I woke, half-immersed
in freezing waters of velvet.

Slipping over lichen-covered rocks and moss, I dragged my frail body
And stood,
gazing weakly into the tundra.

Beneath the midnight,
in the distance
there was a parade of giants

in fluorescent pink

light.

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