The things they do
The things they say
The people
in my silent prayer
who knows I am
some think of me
just now when leaving misery
They lift me up by simple thoughts
like smelling the forget-me-nots
so indescribable you know
the metaphysic harmony
not ebony not ivory
invisible for all but me
And now my love
- You came to mind !

Poetry by PapaFahr The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-07-16 at 00:20

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