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| The dunes keep me company |
My heart grows bare
As the shadow of the storm
Fades
And the perks
Of the whirlwind grows
Frail;
My eyes sprout
Beyound fairy tales.
It was day and I groped,
Searching for your face
When you merely came and
Melted away
As nightfall comes,
Like the owl,
I unfold alive.
Brought to submission
To the gods,
As the sand sinks
The remnants
Of your shadow,
I keep my bow.
But, my head I thrust
Beyound this exile-
This gathering of the misty cloud
And through my glistening eyes
I pour libation
To the gods.
January 2010
Main theater, UNTH
1 comment:
Nice one. I too pour libation to the gods.
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