Tuesday, August 24, 2010

breeze


A soft wind comes to me: the memory of you.
The sun keeps saying goodbye as the hours go by.
You are here and you are also somewhere else.
Here just because I summon you from my longing torn soul...
Away you are... away and I´m missing you.

2 comments:

  1. like a piece of memory that keeps a wife longing for a husband gone off to war

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    1. it is indeed about longing. The meaning you´ve given it, it´s quite aproppriate, it could be that.

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