I saw get a pink
the bars of a window classroom
the last remnants of morning
a rose with a single stem with four petals
the gesture was tender inside
but he wore a mask
strong and the child class to which the flower came
in a way bit 'rude
has received fast
but then I lost sight of is that the boy she
beyond grateful
and I found the pink
thrown into the basket and I have taken
collection
and sniff and I thought of those gestures
dispersed in
those moments
fragile and strong when we are sincere
but still clinging to a shield that dream
not made that step yet
because we lack the courage to be
just as we would now be
and we lose the time
life and the best part of us ...
May 15, 2008
the bars of a window classroom
the last remnants of morning
a rose with a single stem with four petals
the gesture was tender inside
but he wore a mask
strong and the child class to which the flower came
in a way bit 'rude
has received fast
but then I lost sight of is that the boy she
beyond grateful
and I found the pink
thrown into the basket and I have taken
collection
and sniff and I thought of those gestures
dispersed in
those moments
fragile and strong when we are sincere
but still clinging to a shield that dream
not made that step yet
because we lack the courage to be
just as we would now be
and we lose the time
life and the best part of us ...
May 15, 2008
poems perhaps should never explained (although the Prof then you should read
questions ;-)
or listen or better yet we should leave it to the poetry reading
us to tell us who we are ...
lingered quietly in front of these words to the gestures
to "unmanaged"
think if you want to express your thoughts or your emotions about what this poem arouses in you
or even more freely
not afraid
not afraid
write well
Prof
Prof
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