A Thousand and One
I have counted
my own dreams
to a thousand
and one.
And if, I would put them into a book,
it would be the perfect anthology
of happiness and tears,
of friendship and love,
of life…and death too,
that can be easily translated into
different languages, but in whatever language
you read me though, still, I am--
me, the old me, that all of you paid dearly,
for more than a thousand and one
of wars,
‘cos no one fully understood--
what they have decided and agreed
about me, peace.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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