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Os meus pensamentos estao contigo (my thoughts are with you)
Was a Friday afternoon
any typical day
balmy days playing
on everyones nerve.
I sat picking at the fray
In my faded t-shirt
Thinking about every
single yesterday
that I could remember
Thinking about the world
and my Grandfathers
worldy words
That I think too much
"child, you should pull
yourself
from that book
and stop thinking
so dam much".
Now
the comforting smell
fresh baked bread
and here I am
thinking
again.
The familiar voice within
my head
'I love you'
causing the silence around me
the only sound
the beat
of the heart
and I know
I'm still here
smiling
waiting.
July 23, 2010
Bonnita
Mad Poet Online
