looking after

there they found you, looking after alone
now they surround you, so soon you will be gone,
it takes everything to make something
it makes somethings not worth your book
I write my name with yours just like a present
in which all we know is mistook,
such a gift to know the future and the drift
of light,
sewn in time just like a suture in the shifting
there they found you looking after, alone
now you surround me, so soon I will be gone...

Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-05-22 at 23:33

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