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Notice of absence from Damaso
I miss you friends

A flock of little sparrows
Scraping at rubber and sheet metal
The oil-free chain squeaks
A shrewd, irreverent racket
The stream runs beside it
Overflowing with molten silver
Its course flows, caressing the leaves
Trees silently accompany its banks
Exchanging shade for healing greens
Don't tell me anything else
I'd never want to arrive
I don't know what I'm going to say.

  • Author: Pari4 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 26th, 2025 09:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: Dream journey to your reunion, laughter from slippery pedals, bruises and obscene choruses.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • sorenbarrett

    Now there is a line ( I don't know what I'm going to say) That line goes through every poet's mind at some time or other. A good read

    • Damaso

      Oh, what an indescribable feeling! Being confronted with the pure truth could unnerve even the most taciturn of individuals. Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving your words of support! Best regards.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Teddy.15

        You may say (happy to be here) your words paint a lovely picture. 🌹

        • Damaso

          Hey, thank you so much for stopping by. I really like the idea you proposed. I'm glad you liked it and your words of encouragement. Best regards.



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