Read with me while you listen...
I lie in bed and turn out the light my beloved will come today.
The trains come twice a day one comes at night hear them clanging -glin, glin, glon-
Yes, he is near.
The night has many hours each one sadder than the next ,only one is happy when my beloved comes..
Someone comes, someone knocks, someone calls my name..
I run out barefoot. Yes, he has come...
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Beautiful..
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Beautiful..
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3 comments:
I need more poetry in my life lately. Too much work, too many demands, not enough listening to the wind. BUT my beloved has been near me, and when I hear his footsteps crunching on the snow as he approaches the door, he calls my name and I listen.
I miss you.
Mooi ...
Sigh........divine.
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