HE took me
To the dirt road
Along the creek
The flow of time.
We met a child
Who can not swim strongly
But good at fishing.
He took me to the cemetery.
We saw
A child and his father pray
Visiting women
They are very dear
He pulled my hand
To the banana garden
Which bear fruit on long bunches,
And it knows
Will soon be cut down by a machete.
He was lying with me
On a night
And awakened by various things
The scramble wants to be a dream
In a rush sleep.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
HE took me
To the dirt road
Along the creek
The flow of time.
We met a child
Who can not swim strongly
But good at fishing.
He took me to the cemetery.
We saw
A child and his father pray
Visiting women
They are very dear
He pulled my hand
To the banana garden
Which bear fruit on long bunches,
And it knows
Will soon be cut down by a machete.
He was lying with me
On a night
And awakened by various things
The scramble wants to be a dream
In a rush sleep.
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