Such a wind from the west.
Yesterday?
Who remembers it as it was?
Do you see him at all?
No existence today, nor tomorrow.
Run. Go to him.
The wind from the west.
I miss you dearly,
yet I dare not admit it to an extent of obsession.
Obsession?
Love.
I love you Rafael.
My wind from the far west.
Do not mock the non existence of me.
I exist.
As you notice when poems exist.
The words of pure wisdom and truth.
Thank you friend.
I love him.
The wind from the west.
(dedicated to a dear friend of mine)
1 comment:
Obrigada es uma boa boa boazona amiga!!
Opah secalhar ate deus tens um guardo para aparecer tenho que esperar e ver o que o meu destino diz...
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