it is mine
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Andre Martin
Martin Lochner comes from Cape Town,South Africa. He spend most of his leisure days in town observing the city life and goes home to compose his work. By Andre Martin
Published on 10/5/2011
Poem
it is mine
I felt that you hesitated when you composed me dear Lord?
sitting in you spleen, embryonic in your everlasting midnight
celestial morning a poem ,bundled in teenager arms crying “life over”
hesitant, brooding and on the verge of saying what I always knew
“ She did not love me”
“ She did not want me”
33 summers and this highway high noon ,the light shines so achingly perfect and sure
“whose light is it anyway?” a sideway beggar moans
“it is mine”