How can i be
disappointed with what
you have given
when i did not expect
too much
i began with nothing
and ended with nothing
and that is fair enough
now in my silence you
ask for a word
in fairness there shall be
none
when i left Murcia
it was still dark
i walked a mile away
and that was good enough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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