Friday, 30 August 2013

Appropriated

My son
Do not forgo your dreams
Those sunken streams sited
in your source in your course
ensconced in your subliminal
the pure essence pluvial
only your slumbering could waken
stoked from dead ashes.


Mother. Those are not forgotten
nor forsaken, neither did I lose any
they simply were stolen
from me...taken.

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