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Chapters
How I think of days that are gone...
To be loved each day that wouldn't come?
How I think that the pages of the books...
Is a chapter of my heart like a quiet nook?
Chapters are gone so much for fun...
a daily, and a task that is undone?
How I think that the pages of the books...
Is a chapter of my heart like a quiet nook.
“When I feel tired, I go to the sea waves...”
A sea, a waves— ah! Is it my craves?
The chapters of the bottom of this heart,
I crave for the touch— of its pound to impart.
Joy and sorrow— a page of our untouchable soul
On death— a chapter of its absence now's stroll;
A heart, oh a heart! Are a chapter to open the door—
A door towards the shore from the water— to the shore.
© G. E.G. Martinez
4/27/24
To be loved each day that wouldn't come?
How I think that the pages of the books...
Is a chapter of my heart like a quiet nook?
Chapters are gone so much for fun...
a daily, and a task that is undone?
How I think that the pages of the books...
Is a chapter of my heart like a quiet nook.
“When I feel tired, I go to the sea waves...”
A sea, a waves— ah! Is it my craves?
The chapters of the bottom of this heart,
I crave for the touch— of its pound to impart.
Joy and sorrow— a page of our untouchable soul
On death— a chapter of its absence now's stroll;
A heart, oh a heart! Are a chapter to open the door—
A door towards the shore from the water— to the shore.
© G. E.G. Martinez
4/27/24
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