RIC S. BASTASA


Repetitions - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

from a hill
you go down the plain
you pass by the river
and take your time
feeling the water by your hands
and sitting on a rock beside the bank
you let fall your feet
just feeling the water
pass by your soles

the coldness of repetition
the monotony of its sound
you hear all these
and feel
every moment of your life

there is no complaint at all
it is
and will always be
so refreshing and so beautiful!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 7, 2010



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