Separation In 3
I will speak in the tongue of rivers.
Help me to understand why
there is reason.
I and I looking for the buds of innocence
We reap them from the bush.
What people look for beauty in ugliness.
The homeless who wander
perhaps they know the pleasure of life.
I and I exploring myself
There is a spread of desert between us
Listen to me
Advice is a precious bitter medicine
We gul down the sweet syrup of praise instead
It coats the pill of disappointment
I would like to taste the sky
See if it burned me