Archive for August 10th, 2005

The interview

One went into deep slumber fully awareThe air did not touch nor melodiously singThe tweet of the gray bird went over and againAs the helpless chick tried to find wayHemmed in by clusters of grass squaresThe mind’s baby gurgled as if threateningIt got mixed up in the easily penetrable skullThe story of someone deeply drowningHold [...]

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