I wrote a poem
like a lonely woman
crying for someone
to make a gift of it
whoever passed by
dropped the well’s lid
without looking down
from too much yelling
my eyes got dry
I was blind
it was drought
the acacia grove whistled
for such waste
suddenly the wind
bent my crisscrossed arms
I breathed soul to soul
I cried tear from tear
someone left
without a word
my poem stuck to his soles
like dust
I tore a leaf and signed
I, anno domini
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
I wrote a poem
like a lonely woman
crying for someone
to make a gift of it
whoever passed by
dropped the well’s lid
without looking down
from too much yelling
my eyes got dry
I was blind
it was drought
the acacia grove whistled
for such waste
suddenly the wind
bent my crisscrossed arms
I breathed soul to soul
I cried tear from tear
someone left
without a word
my poem stuck to his soles
like dust
I tore a leaf and signed
I, anno domini
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