The Ripe Sound Of The Gecko.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Ripe Sound Of The Gecko....



sorrow is not fond
with words,
it sticks like a gecko
on the
old wall of the house
and when everyone
retires for
sleep
it starts to create
that sound
where you soon shall
start
counting

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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