AS THE DAY PASSES

As the day passes 
I see the colors 
Of my body 
changes .
Saffron throat ,
Orange hands ,
Green legs ,
Grey hands ..

As the day passes 
I see my voice
changes .
Whispering breathe, 
Soundless moan ,
Silenced bark..

The songs
of greens,
Rhythm
of streams,
sealed with a sigh in my throat .
I lost the tales, I recite in the night .
I may not sleep tonight 
because I fear the fox howl in the night.

As the days passes ,
I see my legs ,
walk with the spring, became silent .
I see the streams dried , 
And my eyes flooded in grey

As the day passes,
As the day passes
I see,
The gun lean as close ,
to my colored skeleton .
A gun ,
cold like a rusted copper knife ,
silent like a grey fence ,
Climbs 
on
my
colored
skeleton.....

©josesarang

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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