#ismail
my heart
like a small drunk boat
between two coves
with no oars,
like the the top of a match stick
ready to be lit
my heart
like a bustard
wandering on the mine fields of regrets,
like seagulls
lost on the fingers of
a fool poet
my heart
either will get lost on these flows
or resurrect on these ebbs
poems like no words
is my heart
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC