Poems by Ibrahim Honjo

Poems by  Ibrahim Honjo



My eyes remained
On your step
That night
Under the street lamp
When everything was like
A big triumph

The look strayed
Stopped alive
And remained
On your sweet step
Nobody knew the alphabet of stepping
Like you

The look
Street lamp
And me

Where did you hide.



I am the South
if you are a swallow
when you tremble
from some frost
fly towards the South
and do not wish to fly away
because where you are
might be a prairie
too cold even in summer
fly to the warm rocks of the South
and never
and nowhere fly away.

Copyright@ Ibrahim Honjo

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