I get to write tonight.
But of what do I write?
Maybe the flies on the light?
Why do they fly around lights?
Is this how we die?
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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What an expression, Poet! How do you write such unbearable truth! We simply the light hacker, hankering light to live and you put casually a stop to our quest! It is skill and craft of telling truth by easy and lucid vocabulary. Perhaps modernity crashed. Searching for surrealism begins from here, extends its searching in post-modernity. Bravo. Contradict the belief which is believed by majority. Do not go toward the light. It does not mean you will stay in the dark lifelong, it means the light beyond this light one have to attain. So searching continues......... Regards, 10+++++ Apoet Bangla