picture of old passport

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Waiting like a picture of the old passport
In a indifferent manner
without intention, unregulated, "sieging "
myself
... hopeless.

Submitted: June 19, 2013

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picture

Waiting like a picture of the old passport

In a  indifferent manner

without intention, unregulated, "sieging "

myself

... hopeless.

My hand is cut off contact with life

and life  defied me.

 

Waiting as the  tension of

hand grenade whose pin pulled

 

My mind is bleeding in the  tides swirl

You did not come!

 

No glass in front of me

I am toasting my memoir  with my moment

You did not come

 

"How many hours to your coming?"

It's snowing outside

snowflakes like  tears  

gushing out from my  eyes and the sky is crying

You  are coiled up to my pupils

 

Waiting

 Like a  innocent babies

in the morg

You did not come

 

The waiter laughed at me

I dont know how many umpteenth drinking glasses

 I have sent back

brewed  my scamp dreams that deferred with  slaping

 

And…

 you has come.

Knocked my dreams.

Love is waiting ...


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