in Notre Dame Square
a blindfolded young man
with a sign:
I am a Muslim,
hug me if you trust me
An awkward laughter embracing the square. A lineup starts to form before this bearded man. In the shafts of sunlight, particles are dancing and twinkling like tiny stars. To me, this world of wars today rearranges itself into a poem in the human form.
a blindfolded young man
with a sign:
I am a Muslim,
hug me if you trust me
An awkward laughter embracing the square. A lineup starts to form before this bearded man. In the shafts of sunlight, particles are dancing and twinkling like tiny stars. To me, this world of wars today rearranges itself into a poem in the human form.
Haibun Today, 10:1, 2016
