RIC BASTASA


Air Comes And Goes - Poem by RIC BASTASA

after a while
one realizes
this world is
to wide for me
and the butterfly
too fragile for
its rock kind of winds
how i wish to change
a mountain?
the horns of the
buffalo are no
match for its
cliffs
so here you are
sitting on a chair
away from the mountains
facing the sea
on a journey
towards an endless
horizon
when the mind is
blank and
bland
to an open window
air comes and goes.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015



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