RIC S. BASTASA


In The Cradle Of The Dark. - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

Meet me
tonight i will make a surprise

the poem that you have read which i carelessly wrote
does not smell like the incense of a monk

i guess you are carried away by its flamboyance
the man has a pipe and releasing a big tobacco smoke in the window

meet me tonight
it will be a big surprise

what you read does not look like myself
it is something and i am someone else

hopefully i will be a surprise
and God forgive
i just hope that you will like it

i could be light wrapped in the cradle of the
dark.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013


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