Sunday, March 24, 2013

Must we cross the bridge


there was the old nodding head
with an odd query in his eyes
what will happen to them

who are they

the sunrises and sunsets
that we're leaving behind

I'd love to think of myself

yes yes the cat thinks so
it will find a cosy corner for sure
but what will happen to others

Can't you abandon your all

no no its not about all
only my worries stuffed inside
a mahogany case

and the soil of my land

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