Out of the black water
And from the waking of the gently
Thought about her
A lonely bird came and rested
Upon the branch of my bones.
She did not utter a single word
And so did I, too.
It was after a long time
Her arrival.
The bird
Pecking and pecking with its tiny beak
In search of something
On my branch sitting
My heart so brimful of tears, flows out
I have closed my eyes.
I have closed my eyes
For a sigh
For a sigh l of relief.
The waves that are thrown against
With words and words…
Return to the same spot
Hitting their heads again and again
To the shore
Only to find their way home
Being disappointed.
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