Wednesday, January 9, 2013

့့HARBOUR


 And now

as if nothing had really happended

the earth moves revolving

only me

with remorse ship-wrecked

The sea,

carries the breeze but

not even once

on my back

do flowers come in bloom

Wounds galore

morals pure white.

as the friends meet to chat

a flag hoisted at the prow

It then downs on me

in the short time

earlier than me

on the bank

boats have moored.

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