Monday, 20 June 2016

River mood

once more
I am pulled towards
the river

the big dirty snake
with its hidden

of appearing and disappearing
beaches and wash-ups
eery silence of solitude

amongst the people of the world
the contradictions
of being part of and apart from 

poor and rich 
side by side
pure grainy sand

clinking sound of glass 
with every wave awash
 the beating of my heart

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