Eccentric - Poem by ONElia AVElar
He has never been to Jerusalem,
nor Mecca, never visited Tibet,
Bodh Gaya, Fatima or Saragossa,
neither seen the Pope in Rome,
nor the British Queen.
He is clerk in bank by day -
zealous pilgrim in a dream
and the holiest place for him
lies in the curve between
women`s neck and chin.
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