RIC S. BASTASA


This Is The Mind Another Brother Always Preparing To Forget. - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

I am here
I have this body
This is my soul
Immersed

I am a soul
Bathing in the river
The river runs and runs
It seems endless

I am a body now
Forgetting the soul
Because of time
& pain

The pleasures are pieces
Simmering like trickles
Of light
Like soft needles of
Rain

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011


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