Poems 4

Poetry died
Many years ago
Killed by trivial words
In an flat analysis
Of the poets metaphors
On at least 12 pages
On order
Chasing for the grade
That could save the school year for fall
Since have I looked for
Chased for
The poetry
Words
I could rescue
In my own thoughts

If you feel the presence
Of an angel sent to Earth
If you wish to reach out your hand
To touch the endless time
That slips through your fingers
If you wish to catch
Reflections of the light
The dying sun sends across the horizon
To feel the beauty of the nature
Our great creator
No matter where you are
Find the place
People  around you
Call the Paradise Bay

I'm out travelling - again
Not far, not long
Just to a small place
that I know so well
It's winter
It's cold
Outside and -

Inside of me it's cold
I thought you would tell the truth

This one time
I was wrong
Again

I thought you had changed
Now

You hadn't
The cold is back
The disappointment goes deeper now
Then ever before

I'm out travelling - again
Not far, not long
Just to a small place
that I know so well
It's winter
I'm running

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