cold september Poems

No name has come upon my mind
To bring me morning sorrow
Though tired I can not set myself to rest
I’m waiting for tomorrow
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Is he who he says he is? I wonder?
when his eyes allure me senselessly
and even though my breath is deep
and mind begins to wander
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A place of beauty
is what we seek
a place of peace
the sky beneath
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I know you
your storming heart
with endless seeds
loving you
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the nightingales are singing
songs of insecurity
to reassure the angels
about their own stupidity
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You have touched me
with the warmth of your breath
removing the veils
shamelessly uncovering me
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For every breath
which you have set
inside my soul
and
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thoughts
don’t know
how to
calm down
...

wait
on the shelf
like the breeze of fresh wind
just for the moment
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assembling
thoughts
torn
not knowing
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