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May 2017
Rising urge
of looking outside.
The window
almost wants me to draw near
and the full morning light
comes right in.
No good reasons for,
that knocks me inside
like my own thoughts,
fluttering and spinning around
In search of ease
and breakthroughs.

So much room
for the spring to leak on me
seeping in, through
the sheer white curtains
I would pull back,
cause where I can see you
any clear vision is so rare.
Not just in my head
new lifetimes call
for the great unknown
to get me outside.
Rising urge...
ever since you.
Funny how a familiar face can be so far for decades and once is back, nothing changed how affective can be to you... to me, it just made me feel alive in new ways that are walking me into tomorrow... likely without that familiar face again... or not the way I loved to... but ok...
Lucrezia M N
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Lucrezia M N  36/F/Italy
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