Boxes Poem by Khaled Najar
Boxes
They stole my childhood from me
and my madness.
They stole my winds
from the wooden crates
where I kept my clothes.
And from the gates of the South
they stole the croaking of my frogs
and my mother's mirrors.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,madness
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