Like the sea before the storm √
with his
head against my chest
fragile and
beautiful
my baby-boy
was sick
his solemn,
tranquil eyes reminded me of
a poppy’s
red delicate petals
in the
middle of the Maltese gorge
of butterfly’s
wings
against the
thousand year old stone fortress
of
albatrosses' feathers
in the
middle of the rough sea
of the
texture of the spider's web
in a
deserted house, not open for ages
of the
breath of the sea-horse
moaning for
his loved one who was killed last night
of a cat
just giving birth
to her first
ever kitten
of Buddha's
101st hour
under the
tree of enlightenment
yesterday,
my baby-boy was sick
gentle,
sensitive, weak
he reminded
me of
the energy
of the sea - just before the storm
so quite, so
serene, and so somberrn
were his eyes...
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