The Professor
engrossed in an ocean of
thoughts
drifted on the pages
without edges
one swims through thick
letters
his ears drowned by
syllables
there is neither sun or moon
there
but alas! there are so many stars
against the
darkness of
his soul
he is space spreading like wings
of the phoenix
amidst his thirsty
students
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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