ParadiseA Poem by Leslie Philibertback to English..
Let me be an old man in Anatolia
Resting on a white plastic chair Saintly in a starched white shirt, Drinking tea from a glass that has Curves like a woman, watching Children and traffic, nodding at Shadows, a friend of dust and Thin cats, weightless like a moth On running water, silent with the Grace of years, half asleep.
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Added on August 19, 2014Last Updated on August 19, 2014 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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