Maybe Alone
Right
through
my
father’s sage
a deep voice
a silent void
an empty page
a bottle of wine
a don of early age
old shadows and flowers
tears
of all my dead brothers
emotions like no other
mother, mother, am I alone?
Grandpa-where have you gone
July 2010 2: 59 pm
To my dear brothers and grandpa-
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