Wednesday, 19 February 2014

A Dearth



Now I stand
Looking through the glass window
Muttering
Holding a cup of cold water

Then the voice came:
You are on a foreign land.

What is in a self-exile
That maims the deeper self?
There is something in this journey
That takes the spirit from us,

Then the cup dropped

Splitting ALL its contents and ITSELF

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