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Those Witches....
he puts his fate
again in the hands
of dishonest
authorities
masochism again
when the paper is
sent it will
be blackening
his vision
he will be shaken again
vain hope,
lessons learned
numb
and he steps again into the open
fields of
new opportunities
flying kites,
releasing pigeons from their imaginary cages
running away
the sea, yes the sea, the wide horizon
the moon at night
the singing leaves of the trees
silent sands
fool!
you have subject to the dictates of
dishonest
concocting witches....
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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