Poem 2 Poem by Khaled Najar

Poem 2



Like the sun under water
your face,
like time
a crucifix in my night.
In the memory of days,
lakes from a star
bring the wind back to my house
and give me
our childhood that died
the way butterflies die
in a summer without shores.

Friday, October 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,memory,star,summer
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