Ovid Poem by Stefanus Vivier

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Troubled
I am troubled
by words
troubled
I never sleep

Learning the local language
I morph into Ovid
and compose an epic poem
no one will ever read
leaving glass sentences
with too much nakedness
scattered all over the floor
like jewels

Sadness oozing out

Stefanus Vivier

Thursday, April 26, 2012

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