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by Arash Nabi - Sagitarrius - Not entered

on this balcony, my chest
rising to the pulse of green below
my eyes pinned back by the excess
of old nights          I am drawn again into
this steady current, carried by
its will to open seas, to
harbours made of sand, the people
there celebrating my arrival like
tangled puppets on loose bridges.

I am in your heavy breath as I
move through these waters,
dodging slowly what moves too fast,
encircled by the very air
that gives me life.
I am brought to these places
on the shoulder of hope, in the
wake of an old desire,
on the tongues of smooth rocks
under a salt blanket.

there is a million dollars here
but I have come by the grace
of small men to watch
it dance in the morning air
to watch it move...and nothing else.

Reason for writing:

    life    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-09-07 20:43:37
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:33
Poem ID: 50600

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