quinta-feira, 2 de abril de 2020

Practise makes perfect

I wonder how you shall teach
the signs
to this one you could reach
because you know the field
and won't yield
to concrete or times
for an open door,
even though rather soon
I almost never saw but felt the moon
as I long for the boon
of wanting
what needs to be done,
for a real home,
and remembering
the sun
like this, with nowhere to run...

22/03/2020

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