{humanity~"aida"~25....}
"Mans Search For Meaning" ~ Viktor E. Frankl
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"You have a way with words," she said
As I walked her to her car, after class....
Sitting at the Revue, underneath a brightened purple
awning
Sharing a piece of lemon cake of some sort, I believe
With two cups of cappuccino, amid the nightfall upon the city
Facing the cars and the crowds as they all passed by
Little San Francisco, I would always call it
Diverse in culture and, diverse within many ways
All leading although, unto a very peaceful and vibrant place
A wonderful retreat....
Compared to many of the other things throughout the day!?
Away from the vultures and the jackals, the vipers
And all of 'their' kind; they, the truly inane
Vampires that drain the light....But not all, not all....
Sitting there with her lovely smile and, the greenest of emerald eyes
An enchanting laugh that, sometimes still echoes within my mind
Sharing our thoughts, some cappuccino, a piece of cake and our dreams
Looking back now, upon her shining auburn hair; glistening
Portraits before my eyes, of a unique and precious life ~
"A splash of lime, in mine, please"....
The most innocent and purest of hearts, she held
This beautiful young lady, with a soul so profoundly kind
But, so very very lost, within a very lost world!?
Not all though, not all....
"You have a way with words," she said, while sitting at the Revue
Sitting at, sitting at, sitting at...."Aida," was her name ~
"So do you dear, so do you!"
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"Humanity, 25?"
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