Drinking beer in the city moonlight,
I’m lonely and lovely.
I’m tenderly in love,
Mostly with ghosts
Who have forgotten my face.
I dream of happiness
With the children I’ve failed to materialize.
God will see my kindness
And one day dry my tears.
There is sometimes great strength in fragility. God has created you and He also counts your tears. Warm regards, Sandra
I felt I had to come back to re read this; I guess I can't help feeling there is something child-like, rare and beautiful about the heart this flowed from.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A tender beautiful poem Uriah. I was captured by 'I'm tenderly in love mostly with ghosts who have forgotten my face'. God won't forget you and don't you forget you are a wonderful poet. 10 Karin Anderson