Bats


Bats

A day when I had not seen
A slight move of the sky
A spell begins to bend
A kind of spotting and a snare
In the light before me
He insist that I stop,
To see or to hear the dull
Gleams of its bark
Or the soundless of the trees
Or stones when they remain dumb,
Blind although so bold and so stained
Although he frowns against the wall of mine
Closed,so cold and near.
Although l look around of a quit
Or for a seat
A much smaller of me
Or a gaint yet within.
A day without sight, without vision,
A day without smiles,
A day without plans, without a Good pray;the birds hang
Without wings to fly,
Only blind bats twirls all about.

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