I have it in my dreams
The shadowy bus stop
On a nowhere zone
Where nobody waits ever for a bus,
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Her wings not willing to fly
Her heart heavy
She gave it another try
It was her baby.
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You might as well say
if a mail could aver
you needn’t have come her way
you needn’t have come this far,
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The woman I romanticize.
Her abode is not in my mind
She has no place in my heart
Her face is not in my eyes
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No verbal duel
No war of words
I prefer to be a poet.
In freedom I dwell
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I blew bubbles in the air.
They weren’t robust
Pretty soon they burst
And were no more there.
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Wearily reclines the midnight moon
Stars dreamily wait to fade
The nightjars somewhere sleepily croon
My eyes slumber doesn’t invade.
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Whole day their wings ache for the sky
Their eyes thirst the moribund blue
But here they are and will be till they die
Without ever knowing why.
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