Showing posts with label the passing of time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the passing of time. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

End by Ali Znaidi


And the morning
passed away,
as a flicker of light.
And the magnet
of the sun
witherd away,
as a weary bee
swallowed by
a black lily.
And the body
turned into a
nude skeleton,
as if it never
existed.

Written 16/04/2012