A sphere of colors, radiating, closes its eyes on a weary land. The moon, monochromatic and bright, will preside over darkness. Distant stars delivering old light to nostalgic minds flicker. The echoing resonance of bipolar light connects wonder to object.
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
