a blow of wind heaves by

 

She came on my eyelids, her touch was my eyelids.

I touched her sorrow that took me to some solitary exile,

and I walked through the whole sky with pieces of my broken existence

and I went on and to the north to the south with

a solitary white ship,

that embarked in voyage through the seamless salt of time

and no one asked and no one inquired of that ship very again,

that voyagers of the white ship

marooned among the islands

of which oblivion;

and now, every wrinkle of my face peels off like petals of thousand unplugged dreams,

and now I sit like an owl to the very edge of every evening

or the Venus that I be like in the paranoid crowded sky,

just to on look the young lovers whisper their love

with a blow of wind heaves by.

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