Drawing - doodle. Black ink on paper.
In the sad eyes of strangers
there lies a gentle creature...weeping.
Huge and unmasked he tells
(with the beauty of a flower not yet opened),
the stories lovers ask to hear...but will not listen to.
And scrawling memories on un-burst bubbles
of a planet to which he once belonged...
He tells of a place of great lyrical tenderness,
where people...who on liking where they are,
can grow roots and stay there!
Karyn
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