To organise my thoughts
to make sense of it all;
to know how I feel
and not hit a brick wall.
The questions are different,
the answers the same.
They vary at will
and then I hear your name.
It thuds and resounds
gently in my head.
It's just always there
long after I'm in bed.
The echoes take hold
and to them I resign.
Until I am me again
in just a short time.
(Itajaí - 24 May,2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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