Poetry Ibrahim Honjo

ONE MORNING

One morning, quite suddenly

Someone will announce to me

that the water carried away my crib

winds swept away my park

The rain washed away my tracks

One morning, somebody would tell me

that my memories are covered with white

Someone will tell me

Someone third in me

that I lost myself

one morning

It will ask what happened to the boys

And why not their rate on Starry sky

And where is the sky

This will be a great morning if I wake up

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