again must you ask <br />the same question <br />about an island where <br />the only things there <br />are rocks <br /> <br />there used to be a <br />flower there <br />but even before it <br />blooms <br />it already wilted <br />as a <br />tight bud <br /> <br />someone is cruel <br />nipping the bud <br />and the island is dead <br />even before it <br />forgets <br /> <br />you know very well <br />that you cannot mark <br />any trace of the water <br />and so there is no way <br />that you can reach it <br /> <br />the boats were burned <br />and the divers <br />drowned at sea and <br /> <br />so all that you can have here <br />is wind <br />lots of its sounds howl <br />like wolves <br />in the forest<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-island-of-loneliness/
