Favourite time, fiery rider...
Prowls around the world, looking for recognition.
He's not here and there is none.
"Where is the recognition?" - He waits for a response.
Metering under a palm tree in Ceylon silence.
"Deeper Look at yourself, look deeper.
In the only vocation is yours,
That he must recognize himself. You - poet! "
7.09.10. Bentota.Shri Lanka.
Свидетельство о публикации №110102108587