Monday, June 8, 2020

Orphan

Tears sailed his eyes, 
Words chocked his throat, 
Alone he stood at the deck. 
Waves carried his eyedrops
And the sea waited for him, 
to ensnare and adopt him. 
He never found one to hug,
but his eyes searched for one, 
Not for a hug but for an answer. 
He was alarmed with the question;
"Who is your father?"
He never answered, 
as he never knows.
Without answer he hugged the sea. 

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