Sunday, October 16, 2011

Filling, Never Completes / Alien

Filling, Never Completes

You could have been in my morning
Mirror; I drowned in your warm lake.
Age spreads beside our eyes
Its wings, life yet still as night
Needs filling, never completes.

What feeling left this late
Nobody stops to know,
Too held up with one's own
Escaping, escaping
Needs filling, never completes.



They talk,
Poor folks
In alien country.

Away from home,
What they need
In this country,

Definitely warmth
In these moments
In chatters

Of home, alien
Too to me.

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