Only the tidal waves
Only darkness in
front
beseeching his body
and vision,
refugee laughs at his
own
predicament, oak and
valley,
mock at his new move.
Thin small leaf consoles
him
As if to move on to
the sea;
lending a helping hand;
History repeats the parrot cry,
what about the history
of those hidden,
where is life about
them, he cared
for those strung by
a bond ;
he imagines to be in
a room,
books that reflect
many a war,
defeats and swords speaking
volumes,
no warning could work against all;
no photos, pictures, on the wall,
no paintings clamoring
the victory,
only the tidal waves
dash against
the happenings and moorings.
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