A whistle in the dark

Alone with a dictionary

I search for words

Left out in a meaningless bed

Words in the old  Testament

 

Dismissing life sentences

Splitting words in charred spaces

Reuniting in mother tongue

A literary exercise of forgotten grammar

 

Hit by the fists of scorching sun

Burning leaves murmur in the nights

A truant wind opens the doors

The sky is depressed in the middle

By the round cool navel of the moon

 

 

As I hear a whistle in the dark

Sweat dampens my skin

Trickling down my cleavages

Throat dries up in thirst……

 

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