miércoles, 19 de febrero de 2014

The poor table

mother gave to me
this only:
one poor little table

 feeding
and crying on it
and
now,
i can only
eat
     this silence

...............................
swimming on
tea cups,
cups of tea
swimming on my tears

pain is like bread
world ´s hope eating with me
lonely crumbs
lonely crumbs

on this poor little table.

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