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Archive for August 3rd, 2008

Patiently, patiently

I waited for the bus to come

Along the way

inching forward,

I have kicked

these little stones

Until I made myself

a mountain.

Forward

and forward I go.

This heat had melted

Inside

a form into liquid

And created

a sea of tears

I swam.

Horizon fades

Gradually,

intensely

Into deep crimson

And the levanter

Slaps hard,

Raging silently. 

A storm without rain.

I wait,

wandering some spaces

When something

Sparkles like a gem

blots against the black

canvass of the cold night.

And there’s a sudden rushing

Of hushing

Like angel

A salvation

Of hope redeemed…

The bus.

Yes, but it didn’t stop.

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