vendredi 5 juin 2009


A man of nothing
Floating the current
Of a calm river
Is watching above
His head the clouds
That draw the sky
Of long traces
From foggy memories
As a morning killing
The dream with
The cruel reality.

This man is disappearing slowly
From the long current
Of the calm river,
Dreams and hope
Leave him along the way.
For a final destination
Of grey and of clay
That younger hands fired
For him to lay.

The man is now gone...
And no trace of his being
Can now be found
In the echoes...
Only the white shirt he wear
Is still floating
Along the current
Of the calm river
Of his disappeared life...

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