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Once I traded my name for a function

"Mama" they called me,

And "Plume", like the feathers of a bird

Then they flew away

And in the silence of their absence

Time crept in,

With sudden whiteness in my hair

Space as well,

Empty and broad.

The stillness when I now watch the waves

Tells me eternity is just a few breaths away.

14:25 Gepost door Paule in Algemeen | Permalink | Commentaren (1) | Tags: photo stories |  Facebook |


aangrijpend gedicht, dito foto.

Gepost door: wim | 17-06-08

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