Wednesday, May 11, 2016


It is heavy.
I know, it is!
But, how? 
This question echoes;
and the voice weakens.
The interrogation continues.
The brain gives up. 
The heart debates. 
While the other organs look down in guilt.
A wind blows and sweeps off the leafs in my memory.
And, I wonder whether my dreams were light as a stone or as heavy as a pappus?

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