you will be separated
from the magnolia trees
and the song birds

from your house
and the hands
that make it inhabitable

from the stubborn habits
to open the eyes
and close them
when dream calls

from the world
that created you

Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2007-09-18 at 19:11

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