A Half-Finished River
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Rahman Henry
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Nothing to write in poem or in prose
I return towards childhood
And see a grasshopper sits on
The hand of a revers clock
Nothing to say or talk with
I go to a dumb barber
His scissors speaks alone
Closer to my ears
Nothing to read or study
I gaze on calender
Days, months, years...
A bird flies away to disappear
A half-finished river flows in solitude
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