Saturday, June 27, 2009

lost

fish strokes the wound,
insects crushed on the slippery steps,
blood spreads in the pool.
four of us came to the village
and three of us going to the forest.

a wild pig shreaked past
carrying a scream with it...
careful ,for the shadowsless
butterflies sing in this forest.
while we walk ,
one lost the shadows.
two of us went to the sea.

waves , entwined friends...
giving him to the waves
i am waiting for the ship
to show me the world.

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