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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
8 degrees of fogotten memories
In a library
around mid afternoon's
sunshine
no one sees you
hiding from the world
giving nothing but
those tattered pages your
time
as you wait for the clouds of a
escapable fairytale to free
you
In an airport
on the other side of the
world.
you see her
giving her last hug goodbye
to the friends she'd
leave behind for love
that brought her to new
heights.
In a hospital
right inside their little
town.
she sees him
giving his last kiss
to an ailing daughter
who looked like an
angel fast asleep
as they pulled the plug
that left her in her
dreams.
In an arcade
amidst the sounds of their
day.
he sees them
giving each other's hands
a squeeze
delicate as hearts
as if they can feel
each other's heart beat
giving them each
life.
In a car
driving around the countryside
road.
They see others
giving their friends
a elated congratulation
wave
as if to exchange a laugh
and smile brings them back
in front of their "Just Married"
sign.
In an elevator
going up through the fast paced
city
others see everyone
giving anything to hit a
button
that leaves the rest of
the world guiding the
unapproachable way
as they stand their content
walking stick in
hand.
In a lonely street
in the dark oncoming
storm
everyone sees me
twirling in the rain
giving my worries a
break
as he splashes me with puddles
that quench my ideas
with a rainbow of constant
laughter.
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