Wooden saw

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about someone special.. While writing on the net I've met several people and found several relationships, one special relationship makes me muse like it was yesterday still at this very, very day today.

Submitted: July 25, 2010

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Submitted: July 25, 2010



Floating on the nets of time
We commit to ways
that have appeared
by letting go

The farewell of the other one
that has dared to defy destiny
with madness

Because it is she that made me muse

Like astute words on the square of simplicity
the passionate actions
that describes how much, yes still how much
I love you

You kiss me the floor
Carry me through the wind like an ignorant witch

But in this fairytale
the breaches in the cheese are beaten
mud flows through the little well
and life remains living
under scrupulous record bosses

Without requirement nor proposition
here just breathe a while..
To chill, relax

Scrupulous record bosses
whom but cannot understand
how they can grasp on the reality
of the singing of the women
on the stage of online literature

Because it is she that made me muse

You know that for the best

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