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Maljam's Poetry Blog

Saturday, February 11, 2006


Water

Here I sit, realise
All I see through tired eyes
Is a list of whys?

The same, the sameness
Surrounds me, drying my aged
Sensibilities.

Nothing excites now,
Not even prospects of sail
Water or dinghy.

"My minds' not right."

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