12 marca 2017
Irreverent
The show must go on.
Under a sable cloud.
I am on the vast stage
to perform.
Tall cacti and harsh
dunes will not find
a sweet acacia.
When I am hungry
I would like to write something
very personal on a yellow paper.
The potter’s wheel will not
move today.
The potter had turned into clay.
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