lost horizon
last night
my father sat beside me
with his long-legged tan
and hazel-twinkling eyes,
repeating
"minus twenty million"
which made me laugh
til I awoke
while smiling,
just to prove
how much
I miss him
still
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
2 Comments:
:-)
Nice. Really nice. So simple but so... I remember waking up laughing (really) or smiling and then I shake my head. Which wirld is real? What which made me laugh or the one that made me realise its "falsehood"?
So why don't you go and meet your father? :-)
thank you
and one day, I will meet him again;
I do believe that.
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