• zen stories

    and other quirks of mind
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Language - Taal - Lingua

Girl

Something makes me look up
While reading
In the departures lounge

She glances at me

While passing


Her eyes becoming mine
For a moment or two

Long desert lashes

Sleeved in black


Berry lips
Filled with hope
To belong

And angry

Because of it

So young and
Caught already

By the fear


To end up alone

Abandoned

Taken for granted


Or simpler yet


Replaced by one
Who will never die

 

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