Early in the morning
A rude awakening at the sound
Of the alarm clock...
Trying to steal an extra
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(Dedicated to now suffering Haitian people)
This was not a joke or a comedy,
It was a real human's tragedy...
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It comes daily
Not always on Sunday,
Sometimes not at all
Or gets lost
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Here I am, patiently
Delineating the boundaries
Among the centrifugal forces
Touching my now complex life
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I did not expect to hear
A voice within the door
It seemed the place was empty
As off I have found before...
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In what garden of error
Is there greater despair
Than the substitute
For love's pure bloom? ...
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Volumes of emotion
Suppressed inside each thought
With stubborn penetration...
Membranes of consciousness
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Silently while waking through the streets
Of this noisy and crowded big city.
We meet again, unexpectedly!
Both accompanied by somebody else:
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Once my heart was stolen
And I thought my mind was gone along,
Like a flower without pollen,
I found myself singing a sad song
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The no message message
A space without a frame
No sound or a syllable
leaving behind a name
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