Day 1653, grey pillars.

Day's pictures, Poetry

There is this crossing

that I go back to

whenever I am hungry


I will sit in the grass

besides these grey


and look to the other side

where I have been

just came from

and want to go to


somewhere in the middle

of this passage

I can look far

for a moment

at the horizon

and I feel



but I like to sit here


in the grass


besides these grey


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