Yes, they thought you were dead
Or something like that
In the rays of the sun
Peering out—
In the sky, draped in blue,
That was calling for you,
While you aimlessly
Ambled about.
While the onlookers glanced
With grim faces askance,
You were reading
A poem out loud.
With a small heap of sand
That you held in your hand
Once again
You've let it all out.
And the foliage stirred
With the flight of a bird
And the syllables danced
Like the ocean—
Then you knew you were free
In some wild jubilee
That again set this vessel
In motion.
October 25,2019
- Alexander Shaumyan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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