søndag 10. juni 2018

I saw myself in your eyes and thinking about your soul. --- I saw myself in your eyes and thinking about your mouth. --- I saw myself in your eyes, but saw you were dead...



So long, visitor
Good day.
My poem happened
   for you,
   for nobody,
   for everyone.

I beg you; 
   leave me restless.
I live with the impossible ocean
   and silence bleeds me dry.

I die with each wave 
   each day.
I die with each day in each wave.
But the day does not die---
   not ever.
It does not die.
And the wave?
It does not die.



Takk,
Thank you, 
Gracias.
Dank.
Merci.



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