Nocturnal Till The Edge... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Nocturnal Till The Edge...



my eyes
have wronged
me

my ears are
faithful to my
sound

my fingers are
minions

my heart is
burning

my hairs are
roots

and hence i
am thinking

upside down
must be a bat

nocturnal till
the edge

Saturday, March 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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