The hot sun drains me
from her well I draw afresh.
Tiny fountains spring :)
...
Read me a story
where all ends
happily forever.
A poem,
...
I like you barefoot:
Your crooked little toes
running out of shape
never fitting the shoes.
...
Take a walk now
throughthe cluttered mind of mine.
Pick up the pieces
...
The tree openly pines
forthe lastripe leaf
not wanting it to fall.
...
The sea kisses the clouds
at the farthest end
the earth from where I stand.
...
She smiled always.
I remember when she did, Always.
And I would know nothing was right
Always.
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