Chapter 2 – A poem for the fax machine

13 Jul

The passing days are glorious centuries

This country permeates my boundless curiosity

Yet as I stand in the wake of my dreams

Or simply alone on the balcony

I cannot help but call your name

If only to hear my voice echo in the

Solitary darkness

A word it seems I’ve only written

Listen

Listen

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