At Night When The Air Comes Poem by RIC BASTASA

At Night When The Air Comes



at night i hear the coming of the air
hushing,
i feel the touch of its fingers
that is why
i understand coldness
and patience
and ultimately the life of
silence
short and too concise
brief and frank
and candid and yes, sometimes
it can be so cruel.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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