These Goats. Poem by RIC BASTASA

These Goats.

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at this hour whenever i
look at the shadows of the mountains

the way the fog covers the tree
like a blanket to my body

as i begin to speak to myself like the way
the wind speaks to the ears of the skies

i must admit it is you that i am thinking of
the one that i always hear in my chosen silence

you are like the dream that children tell
to their moms after they wake up from their sleep

no one hears me except these goats.

Saturday, October 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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