A Scenery.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Scenery....



the trembling hands write the
words of truth
the mind wanders in the desert
thirsting
the body is a pillar
remains of the time's ruins
the eyes are black birds looking
for prey
feet become boats carrying
anxious passengers of toes
to the shores of
oblivion.

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RIC BASTASA

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Philippines
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