when I sit like a alien without a name!
Tell me does it move you once,
to let me go from your presence.
Tell me does it justify
that the wave may live sans its shore.
Tell me from your soaring sky
on an unseen land my rains may pour.
Tell me did you spare a moment
to spend on me a single thought.
Tell me will you spill a fragment
to fill my buoyant dwelling drought
Why I write when no one's listening,
only that sea's silence may know.
Why I paint to no one's mooring,
only my muted care would show.
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