"I am the little prince"
by paolo macariola
little princes watch trains of skylights
to be reminded of pain
from flowers that grow on barren planets
kept under crystal domes
now i shall be one of such little princes
travelling planets
one yard at a time
these planets
are caught inside the four corners
of my musky room
where wild animals of thought
wander through broad daylight
or shadow
here in the galaxies of my private universe
i shall wonder at simple marvels
such as the growing of petals
from every consonant formed
dropping from song
and just like a little prince
await dreams of crystal domes
pleased by the warmth of my palms
just behind the baobab trees
i have kept in my closet a lifetime ago
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sad but sweet...
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