Saturday, August 4, 2012


If you could return, where would it be?
Where you saw your life’s new beginning.
Where you’d spent your last days as a kid.
The sun set near the coconut tree.
Where you worked hard, and pushed your limits.
You began to make the world agree.
You’d return only if this won’t be,
If this won’t end, if this won’t exist.

As time stands still, winds refuse to blow.
On the quiet street corners, you go.
The place of climax sets spirits free.

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