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Thursday, October 18, 2018
sometimes i hum
sometimes i
hum
walking
through bushes,
hum like
the last
bumblebee
in my garden
sometimes i
sing out
hiding
behind stones
and rocks
like a bird
out of
sight in his tree
and
sometimes i call
across a
valley
waiting for
my echo
and when it
comes i laugh
the river
gurgles and murmurs
and does
not know,
it wouldn’t
care why
but it
streams and flows
it does not
know
where to it
goes,
it is the
way of rivers
not to know
the way
it always
arrives,
it always
leaves,
forever
changes
alive in each
moment
and now i
would sing
to you, you, you,
but my
voice is lost
between the
dunes
of deserts
i cannot see,
and the
wind brings dust,
fine, red,
my throat dries,
i am too thirsty
to sing.
i left my
shoes at the shore,
the grass
is soft, i tried
to cross
the waters,
the current
took me
and now i
don’t know
where i am,
not lost,
stranded like a
message in
a bottle.
i dance, on
my head
a fool’s
cap, the invisible
finally
visible,
my ear
listening
into a
shell,
the sound
of a far sea,
here i
found peace
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