Monday, September 4, 2017

Neerwanna






It is not a place
But a state
Of mind

It is here
Within me
And has a name

It has no more fears
But just a choice
To accept

It is a name
I left alone
Near a sea shore

When lust became
A fading image
In black and white

And the ordinary
Became celebrated
Within me

For I gave it
That same name
Just to remember

That every lock
Can be unlocked

And every name
Can be kept

In secret

September 4, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

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