Thursday is already yesterday but anyway
You only can tell
I know
There’s a song
I haven’t heard yet
But it’s really my favorite one
I know
There’s a poem
I haven’t read yet
But it’s speaks right to my heart
And the tree
I didn’t happen to come across to yet
But I’m amazed by how many big its roots are
That keeps it steady at the ground
Don’t tell me it’s not for real
And don’t tell me
That the view
I haven’t yet seen
Does not really exist
Because every time
I close my eyes
I can find myself there
Easily, again and again
I know
There’s a song
I haven’t heard yet
But it’s really my favorite one
I know
There’s a poem
I haven’t read yet
But it’s speaks right to my heart
And the tree
I didn’t happen to come across to yet
But I’m amazed by how many big its roots are
That keeps it steady at the ground
Don’t tell me it’s not for real
And don’t tell me
That the view
I haven’t yet seen
Does not really exist
Because every time
I close my eyes
I can find myself there
Easily, again and again
2 Comments:
At 10:44 PM, Anonymous said…
The simplicity is catchy.
Nice job.
At 8:47 AM, Suzan Abrams, email: suzanabrams@live.co.uk said…
Wonderful bit of retrospection, Yio.
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