DUST TO MAN
From dust he
became man
to find a
new dawn, a
rebirth, that
to find a
new dawn, a
rebirth, that
would launch him
like ash to
the strange sky.
He would sleep
in the morning
and burn.
like ash to
the strange sky.
He would sleep
in the morning
and burn.
MUTE CITY
I often wonder
how it would feel
to live in mute city,
where every word
falls on deaf ears
and lip reading is
a way of art.
to live in mute city,
where every word
falls on deaf ears
and lip reading is
a way of art.
They only voice
in mute city is
the wind and its
sound is foreign
in mute city is
the wind and its
sound is foreign
to the human ear.
Only flowers and
birds understand it.
Only flowers and
birds understand it.
In mute city one
could get lost in
could get lost in
their own thoughts.
One could pretend
to understand
what the wind says.
what the wind says.
Love Mute City. Great work.
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