Many a dusty wind
blew my way
To cover my white
linen
Many my tear drop
and itching, its passing
My sobbing, my
sighing, so many
This never saw
light of day
To leave effects
unbearable today
In this memory distorted
In a smile my face
will hide
A happy man for
others, that I am
Indeed the good
which therein lies
Scenes to reform
my life
These fruits, soon
alive to bloom
Fast my response
will be
To close my eyes
if another is fleeting
This lingering
effect on me to reduce
Thus the legacy
which it left
Along my drains so
full it filled
Allowing not any to
flow, freely at all times
A life satiated with blowing storms
A life bursting of
collected deposits of impasse
A more affluent life
to lead till the end of time
Weep but a little,
oh worms in the sand
Leave your mind
alert in all
To strike when it
is hot
Lest, the bulk you’ll
lose
Step at a time, at
your pace
You must take, in
all haste
Listen, lest you
might miss another
Listen, not when
down it weighs
Listen! That way,
it lies ahead
Sound it on the
roof top
Search it even on
the path
Set it free, your
lips, for the approaching ear
Be patient if it
delays
Be perseverant in
your wait
Anything is
possible, even the little, regard it
It would not be
like the world
What has been seen,
heard, or done
But soon will be,
go- man- go
On on you must go
On on it will go
On on to soon
follow
Forget them not,
especially her
Whose feet you
often heard at your side
Should you be
there and you hear no more
Forget not too,
what came out
When your lips
embraced their ear
Else like thorns
in your flesh, your journey through
Like seeds
scattered in a planted field
The crow high in
the sky will search and dig
His search, try always
to escape
Together they may
dig and cover with earth
Their seed, their strength
no more needed
When the sky, its
gentle arrows descend
Each according to
his strength
Each according to the
soil, germinates
To taste sweet or
bitter, its fruits
When the chickens
finally come home to roost
May you be
guiltless in their hoot
For the day is weary
and darkness flaps its wings across the sky
Surely will return
like a dog searching a prey
Will not forget
its master’s door post
If even for years
gone, to embrace
Fast about all,
you could lie
Free in your mind,
you would not hide
From reality
weighing down on your neckline
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