Thursday, November 27, 2014

reading your short note
makes me feel, modesty aside, that i
am greater
that what you have written so far,
and i am telling myself, that i must move on
to write more
for myself as you have always written about other
people
never about yourself,
a shell, empty
always with a song for the sands
but never heard by the waves that keep
coming and coming
and as usual upon a noise without end.

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