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it is just mid afternoon...
weariness now overshadows the sun
that still shines bright upon me...
i feel this gird to my thoughts,
it rules amidst a crowd...
mind is not free to explore.
subject matters are all astray,
concentration is somewhat frayed...

i wait for a few more hours to pass,
when birds
would soon fly back to their nests up the trees,
turning in from their day's adventure,
when shades of burnt orange would fill the sky,
when the sun would hide lower behind the mountains,
when the afternoon air slowly turns
to a cool early evening breeze,
It is time
to be in a corner that awaits me,
where i always want
to be

my mind, my heart, my feet
no longer manacled by then,
would traipse along freely
in a measured, leisurely beat.
can't wait,
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i am there
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n o w
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no words  
only our eyes,
our hands,
our lips
would speak-
unmeasured,
precious hours
moments of
unfettered love,
ours alone
my dearest,
~~~
here,
~~
in
our
haven
by the sea.

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(October 11, 2013)


Sally

Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan




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