A Sign
In the dark
there sits a Boy
and before him, the world.
“What to do
With all this time?”
He wonders to himself.
In a shadow
there sits a man
and before him, the world.
“oh, dear father
give me a sign!”
He pleads with the sky.
Beneath the branches
Of an apple tree.
A grave without a stone.
And before it
The whole wide world.
Upon the horizon, a star.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
A Sign
In the dark
there sits a Boy
and before him, the world.
“What to do
With all this time?”
He wonders to himself.
In a shadow
there sits a man
and before him, the world.
“oh, dear father
give me a sign!”
He pleads with the sky.
Beneath the branches
Of an apple tree.
A grave without a stone.
And before it
The whole wide world.
Upon the horizon, a star.
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