A man without language


A man without language

is standing in the dust,

holding something not permitted.


A man without language

is hiding under the moon,

trying to extinguish his blue shadow.


A man without language

is sitting in a nook,

reading a book he is unable to read.


A man without language

is running through the crowd,

searching for a lost person.


A man without language

is walking on the slope,

going either up or down.


A man without language

is crying on the stairway,

because he lost unimportant items.


A man without language

is falling down in the dark,

because no one became aware of his screams.


#poem #ポエム #詩 #takayamasoramaru #バンクーバーの詩人

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