We Stood Here On The Origin
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Rahman Henry
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The desert is in this way, that way the sea is
Returning from the exile at an unknown peninsula
We stood here on the origin
It's the past where we sowed love, imaginations
And a lot of pregnant dreams for future
Now the sattlement is reduced to dust
There is piles of dead snails and oyesters
And some discoverable ash
But we thought the house is waiting.
Calling us,
We learn our colorfull desires of nights from the oblivion
From the iced-ash as soft as the feathers of river martins
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş