A Poor Mortal Like Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Poor Mortal Like Me

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who does not love beauty?

anything beautiful, be it to the taste or to the touch
will always be desired

a body, a fruit, the sky,
something too near or too distant
if beautiful will always be desired
we wish it can be ours

i desire you,
you are so beautiful to me
i long to touch and kiss you,
but how sad can it be?

you are always a star in the sky
to the stone in my hand.

always a blooming flower
to the autumn of my eyes

you are always a bird with blue feathers perched upon a tree
while i am fenced away on the other side of the hill

my hands are useless, my tongue is dry,
my body is thinning out in grief

Time is teaching me more lessons,

I cannot have what i desire,
Beauty is not always in the reach
of a poor mortal whose hands are too
small like a flea
in the middle of the sea......

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RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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