Many birds
Will perch in this place
And pick up food crumbs
Here, Next to my shoe
And will not find me.
Some of you will be about
to call my name
A letter or two
But they will not wait
To hear my answer.
Some of you will put their palms on the stones
And imagine themselves
Taping on my shoulder
Or touching my forehead
Once or twice
Then they will perceive...
That it's ridiculous.
They will close their eyes
And desire to kiss my lips
Then disclose them and look around
As if they awaked from
a dream.
I've always kept on
Carrying with me whenever I go
The least I need of my journey
So remember that I've left for you
A lot of what I've never written
of my poems…
_________________________ 1988/8/25
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