The Songs of My Life
The songs of my life,the flowing seasons
A crowd where I do not belong,the field of my soul,
My heart’s drifting,broken reasons:
Sitting in one corner,the center of everything,nothing
With baggage,and a rising sun..
Waiting. Life is about waiting. And dying.
There are lots of things to be done.
The bus arrives,the journey begins,
Many destinies to meet
Silence kills not the sound of sins
Temporary respite for my feet.
Above me there’s only sky,
I cry..
bestrevolver, Sept 26, 2016
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