Jul 30, 2008

I could break my promises
against the stone faces
of ancient mountains, and watch
the pieces shatter
to dust.

or stand on the high cliffs
and burn the bridges in-between
and watch the flame subside into
a single ember,
an ash.

I could watch the last waves
sink into current, and, with them,
my Self :

just
for an Instant
a Moment,
a Breath.

1 Comments:

At 11:34 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Another excellent work!

 

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