hair-cut

for each

centimetre

that cut

from my hair

deducts the value

of me

to be here:

a man in the history

a page of the story

a line in my poetry

a second in a century

that counts for nothing

but a dream to be buried.

Written on 19 June 2015.

Author: emmalhy

Hong Konger | Poet | Modernist | Momentographer in search of lost time, and the little miraculous moments

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