Friday, January 25, 2013

unfinished poem, or maybe not (XVII) by NG


they were fleetingly meeting
for meager five minutes 
on the station of Vievis
they were like people saying nonsense 
and after, they whistled for farewell
as true trains, completely in love
one day they derailed
just to embrace 
each other

every passengers were saved 
some of them,
with some small wounds
of love


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