Aphorisms Poem by Noel Sevilla

Aphorisms



The uncertainty of the night,
its screams, its spilled blood,
are too much for the owl,
that now flies in search of
an eternal day in the hand
of an old man,
writing aphorisms on the sand.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Eternity
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