Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

the way (17 Sept 2007)

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it is charming to say the least
the way my mind behaves
one day in your presence

away from you
my mind scatters
the way rain splatters clear waters

the way a mirror fogs up
the way wind whips the leaves
the way dusk sets in and mosquitoes start biting

the way sleep runs away
the way a fever takes hold
the way I let myself be miserable

(this is not love)

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