Wheat Ears-Selected Poems


And without any further delay

I accepted the unnatural grimace

of the deaf and I struggled to express

my sorrow as if it was all mine

while the rustle under my soles

detected the soft autumn whisper

circular tempestuous attitude  

aroused to the point of aloofness

where the flower unfolded

its exquisite beauty

primal beginning recommencing

a floral innocent concept

martyr on the front line defining

the traitor who justifiably existed

life was meaningless without me

and again, as cleansed as the song

of my angel, I stood before my Fate

with my human need for justification


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