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Monday, 7 April 2014

My Longings


I write my longings
on the river every noon
When I bathe
And they snake to the sea
only to be tossed about
and broken by
the shattering waves

Every morning as I stroll
I write my longings
on the clear blue of the sky
but soon the blanket of darkness
hides them
And with the break of dawn
the letters melt and drip down
in the sun’s heat

But I don’t write my longings
on the walls of the mind
in the night
in a moment’s drama of dreams
enacted on the mind’s walls

I see my fulfillments
all celebrities
of a king
attend on me.

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