Comforting A Wounded Self... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Comforting A Wounded Self...

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30,000 feet above
the earth
you take your camera
hold it by the window
and click on the the
tiny islands beneath
you and you tell this
world: you're not that
big and wide
and you sit back and
relax and comfort
yourself: it is not
that bad really.

Thursday, March 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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