Face To Face With A Lotus
fRONTING THE
defunct Presidential Palace
Ho Chi Minh
lies the Lotus
just beside the majestic old
stairs
that time it was blooming
and i waited for the rest who climbed the palace
since i had to confront the
Lotus
It speaks too about my
loneliness
my triumphant survival
towards
another ponderous
solitude
oh my, i do not miss anyone
anymore
i rise above the mud
float on the water
and look to the sky
talk in the silence of
God...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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