Thursday, September 12, 2013

when i was young
father bought me a bike

i bought a poetry book
sleep on the grass

and begin to read
what now i too write

it is about the sea and
the sand

it has the taste of salt
and blandness

it smells like the cogon
grass that they just cut

the words stay
on memories built

inside my heart
beyond this mind.

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