Saturday, January 26, 2013

When You Take Away The Sky

I watch the clouds
for I've lost the sight of sky
no horizon
no rush of sea
all I hear – is confusion
and the sound of the moon
which took away my sunrise
my sleep – and you –
do I have to ask
where is the colour blue
teardrops or rain
language or culture
it doesn't matter
when you take away the sky
then you take away – me –
and you.

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