The First And Last Question

Reading an old newspapper is not useless

It’s like waiting for a train

You may see something strange 

Or someone extraordinary  

You may want to know more 

To understand and comprehend

Like going to a desert to escape the city

And sleep under the stars, take

Photographs of the constellations,

Of the revolving sky where existence is all written

Waiting for a train is like a promise

The patience of thought for surprising 

Consequences, allowing the mind

To wander or focus,time,proximity

Of time,simultaneity of waiting grinds 

Slowly, my attention, constant and stubborn

Devotes  all time to you.

The simplicity that love can enter

One’s heart at first sight.

Will I sacrifice myself for love?


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