FRAGMENT
There they lay
my fragments
my might have been poems,
look at these ruins of words
a colorful disorder,
half-built metaphors
tottering over a crumpled meter,
echoes of memories
echoes of dates
what a mess
to see my lines clothed in rags,
rags of forgetting, frayed emotions
growing old
second-hand attempts
left behind without title
or names
or distinction,
homeless stanzas left by a lane
leading to the sea
to some forgotten shore
to waves coming with their quiet laurels
remember, forget
remember, forget,
washing them away south
somewhere warm and unknown,
go now!
my mediocre orphans!
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