Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Asror Allayarov writes

My Reality

Or Something
Has lived in my mind before
Or above it
Now memories are reminding me,
His death was real.
It happened so
Someone died in my mind,
When I was born

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes poetry is mysterious because of obscure referents and allusions, but sometimes even a seemingly straightforward poem with little poetic adornment can be just as mysterious yet true.


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