Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "get-on-the-boat"
Little Red Lung
Where is here? Here is where, exactly?
I wouldn't know. I don't know.
But way out there and with me left wayside, on that lonely road, those wastelands were truly heartening, oh how I loved them.
They sure kept me going and, boy, did they keep on going, on and on.
Forever.
All the beautifully barren vistas and gorgeously burnt fields. Every abandoned cherry tree was the happiest sight I saw out there.
Trees, lemons', all and sundry, trees stripped of everything merrily decaying and cheerfully dancing to the empty air and no music.
Fools though that they were, about to die and be free, they were mourning.
She is coming,
They seem to be saying.
I wouldn't know. I don't know.
But way out there and with me left wayside, on that lonely road, those wastelands were truly heartening, oh how I loved them.
They sure kept me going and, boy, did they keep on going, on and on.
Forever.
All the beautifully barren vistas and gorgeously burnt fields. Every abandoned cherry tree was the happiest sight I saw out there.
Trees, lemons', all and sundry, trees stripped of everything merrily decaying and cheerfully dancing to the empty air and no music.
Fools though that they were, about to die and be free, they were mourning.
She is coming,
They seem to be saying.
