Wednesday, November 20, 2013

gentle hands, rememberance

sat here all day
can prove it to you
I counted the clouds
there’s so much to do

I took my sweet time
to gather my strength
I took up sweet pace
to travel the length

almost running but it’s not
still my breaths are soft
I learned how to dance
see, I practiced so oft

my hands learned how to play
my mouth learned how to sing
traveled smiling, away
never thinking a thing

I have become more than I had wished
touched by all their serenity
I saw you afar, it gripped my heart
I’ve become wiser, hardened, but to me

you are a curious memory
I’m on the ground and cannot rise
won’t talk to you, sweet passerby
your curious gaze is my demise.

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