you will catch
me aghast
red-handed i
did not side with
sleep
it is getting rare
this restfulness
the tiresome thought
has come as a respected
guest in my house
there are playful kids
all around
without their mothers
watching them
some have wings
and tails and they appear
to be like
their dreams of dragonflies
you will catch me
in surprise
i am not myself
i am like them playful spirits
i have set aside
reason for i am tempted with the
rain
the room is vague
and the door is misty
the windows are spaces
where we connect with the
scenery of
trees and roads and
to the end
is the sea and the last
horizontal line
of all existences
a very silent line
straight like your silence
concluding like peace
a closed mouth a closed set of eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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