Thursday, March 5, 2009

The Wanderer

The River
moved further away
in the heat of the road
shimmers of water
towards the horizon

The Candy
which they gave her at home
she would place on her tongue
to taste her own roots
and draw comfort

The World
made of a matter that never
forgets, a symmetry so exact,
fatality at the Heart
of each Thing

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