Tuesday, 17 March 2009

a big picturer on her way home...

i walked through a facet of life
feeling the cold, smooth currents of time

the rich the poor, the locals the migrants
the fresh the chic, the rugged the sloppy
the sensual fragrance, the cynical odor
the finest boutiques, the darkest alleys...

a tiny facet of the universe.

i couldn't frown, curse, exalt, rejoice, or cry
as I saw myself in the map of life
and the map is always in my mind...

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