Author: Nida /

2008 07 05 01.20

Take all the white and soft wool
of a hundred sheep.
But not of those you count in mind
before reaching the land of dreams.
Just the ones
who carry your thankful thoughts
in the coldest polar winter nights.
Gather and pick
the dazzling August stars
right from the sparkling
sounding of the dark sky.
Then add a desperate holler
never drying inside the heart
with stream of words
all the same
for thousand and three days.
And don't forget the toughness
of a seaworthy diamond
glowing with a million shades.
And with all that,
however willing,
you would hardly fill
the debth of look
from, anticipating on the banks,
grey emerald seawaters
Fisherman's wife.

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