Namaste! Poem by Darlan M Cunha
Namaste!
His social nausea made him go
before the hour. As for me
the mistake was because I created
I believed in the tightrope, in the word
stretched between two rotten trees.
But what is namaste: poisonous fruit
so that the agony is long
or act with brute force?
Is namaste a password?
Then, pass the code of lightness.
Before I forget: have a nice trip
between the numbers 0 and 1, and namaste!
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