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Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
Like the water from the clouds
I've been watching over you
from above,
   I got attached to your smile
as you look up from the sky
   and now the wait is over,
I prayed
that if I fall
     I'd drop directly
to the palm of your hands
as you check for rain
You are not perfect.
But to your mother,
You are her son.
I am happy that time flies
Cause then I can think of time as the bird
I watch from my balcony
Stopping by here and there
to say hello
Then taking flight
to remind me he doesn't belong to me
I know we can be friends
when I hear him chirp as I sit inside
As if he's telling me to come sit with him
But he is not a tangible creature
and would take flight once again
If I ever tried to reach for him
This pain I have carried.
   This pain I proclaim,
        This song I sing,
             This song of love,
                  I can not erase
                    when will
                       I finally
                           be
                             f̶r̶e̶e̶?̶
Homage
art
Could you love me
as a work-in-progress
or only as a
finished masterpiece?
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.
Another dream about
You
That’s no surprise

Since you dominate
The world behind
My eyes
I can’t get you out of my head
I am floating
in an ocean of
Silence.

Words -
solitary waves
occasionally passing by

Caressing
my skinny mind
ever so gently,

I almost forget
I still
Exist.
© 19/10/20
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