Broken words as she
Speaks , syllables stumble unsteady
On her lips lost.

Long ward and I am
Waiting for her arrival like
The last syllable

She spoke in silence
Locking into my eyes memories
With a syllable


October 23-24, 2021

© 2021 Alain de Sade

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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