What to do with the 8 hours
of ocean,that separate us ?
From theses waves
between Quebec
and place de Brouckére ?
And also from this melancholy
gazing vacantly into the blue ?
There,you see,we're talking
to a one-day rain ,that hasn't
decide to die ...
And over there, are you bored
in your dreams and their 8 hours
on my offbeat loves ?
Plenty of times that can't be discussed
are slipping through our fingers...
An old broken-down piano
playing the merry melody ...
We're only in love with our distance,
and desire of our inconstancy ...
I open my computer ,sending you
3 words that you'll discover
when I 've gone dark in my mind .
In the face of the clock dictatorship ,
will we ever be able to drown the ocean
with 8 hours of hidden tears ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 18th, 2024 06:44
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Comments2
Beautiful
Thank you ! A story in the life of many !
It's a beautiful poem!
original topic !
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