Solitude of being
It's time to harvest the remaining days
to sit and watch the stars
to throw your troubles on the table
to relax and drop your guard.
To finally fold the paper dreams
and let forgetfulness stroll by
to reflect at the edge of every thought
and ignore the dismal sky.
To face the window and count your breath
and wait for the time to come
when your solitude of being
will unravel in the detail of the sun.
© Rik - 01/03/2007
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 02:50
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