22/03/2016

#poem #poetry #amriting For Brussels

For Brussels

Night does not follow day,
when drowning.
Let the way of love and hate unite
in chalk, and let the wind wipe it clean;
without meaning.
Let all the dust swirl
as we swim towards our mirrored self,
and away; when we find the face,
we find is not our own.

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