It beats and it beats

Farid Hussaini (06/26/2001)

It beats, and it beats

so quite

noisy in the nights, when

I put my head on my arms--bended

it beats, and it beats

as if it needs,

to reach far on the east, even,

when my head is amongst the rich

it beats, and it beats

to feel the presence,

of the clouds, to float amongst them

to live the power of the jungle

but I feel, it beats

for it needs to make a bridge

that binds, this mad heart,

just to make the two, one

so through it, I could feel you,

and you , me

without us—together, and without

using the mockingbird

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