Thinker

Otba
Dec 10, 2024

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Photo by Jacob Alschner on Unsplash

Poem

He tears his paper boat

And counts the stream of water

Between his fingers

Against the Current

He was swimming when he was thirsty

And for the truth…

He chooses ancient words from names

He is still walking…

Sometimes on wet sand

And often on a path of rock

To leave his footprints on it.

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Otba
Otba

Written by Otba

Writer, poet, translator, member of international literary associations and activist

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