I Don’t Know Her.

I don’t know her.

Neither do I know the time.

It’s big,

It’s small,

Like the racing mine of sand dunes.

I don’t know her,

Is she or she wasn’t?

Maybe she is as elusive as the wind,

Who is this she?

She is the desire which is inborn within us.


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