Friday, January 11, 2013


In silvery flickers of the olive grove, 
In the orchards, in the milky way - diamond dust

the whitened skeletons of dead cows,
Flies, malaria and corroded huts;

I, who believed myself a swan became 
A lizard, crawling on walls, not mine. 

Yet, I believed I had a third eye...

I, with the trapped shout, my dreams 
Scattered round. Please allow me more time 

To lament the dimmed, distant echoes of 
voices from another land.

Oy! The blooming sorrow of a vanished life.

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