Alone
When the evening was descending
He came to play near the dunes.
Stepping over piles
of sorrows
staring at distant trees,
He knows his pains well,
Yet closes his eyelids
breathes like a desert tree
And silently dive into the darkness
at large in his infinite ocean.
(K.B)
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