A FEW POEMS
by Hamilton Salsich ... Mystic, CT, USA
Monday, February 28, 2011
A LOST SELF
One day he lost his self.
It was a shy, scared self,
and now it had disappeared,
like darkness does
when morning
makes its fires among us.
He sat and stared out
at the universe
which now was not heavy
and held him
in its never ending hands.
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