Friday, 17 February 2012

I have never titled my poetry

Sand bore trees
But there stood men
And before they fell on their knees,
They lived seven eternities

A mirage was chased
And dignity was reduced to the grains of sand
Could have faced the truth
It was just sand

Then the sea,
it rose to me,
And asked me
Did I want to win another eternity?

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