Treasure Island

Ray Quesada

(08-08-1986)

But She Is A Caring Soul - - -


An Angel sleeps next door

on my neighbor's couch

I can tell her soul

has been troubled

- -But she is a caring soul

<>Gently, she laughs

or gives an all-knowing smile

as mysterious and quiet as a storm

Gently, she laughs

with young and brilliant

inquisitiveness, and that same

ancient confusion that is deep

within the soul

of every beautiful

living being<><><><>

- - - -
- - - -

What is that painful event

from her life, I wonder?

The one she keeps chained to

her heart?

The one she keeps

tucked away

there

in the corner of her eye?

...And can she see the ones

I keep tucked away in mine? ?

-5: 40 p.m. -> 6: 14 p.m., February 13th,2013-

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013

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  • Libby Villalobos (7/20/2013 1:25:00 PM)

    Raymundo, You are a gifted young lad. I envy your many talents. [3 If you ever stop writing, I'll cut you. lol (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Seale (4/8/2013 6:19:00 AM)

    Oh, your words reflect thoughts and feelings of somene I know and care about deeply. Well Penned! Great Ink Ray! ; -)
    -Kelly. (Report) Reply

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