Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Copy change poetry 2

Those stories sound like I've been told
With the teller in front of me standing still
She would not recognize me even if I die
Having tears in my eyes that I cannot hold

The companion asks me if I want a pie
To move my attention from the mother passing by
Hearing the voices of a mother and girl holding hands
Feeling like nothing is by my side

Her clothes shines like golden sand
As if trying to bring light to the land
My eyes stay on her as my legs going on my way
She sees me and smiles to grant

In a sudden all the words that I'd like to say
Turn into some waves along the bay
The gratefulness i want to pay no longer stay
The gratefulness i want to pay no longer stay

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