Sunday, March 12, 2017

Table’s Valentine

Awaiting execution as we all are
Having let’s face it in some way chosen
The riddle of our death
Do we still have time to refuse it altogether
To put things in their places
We have come I hope
To set the table of life
Always there is a little of spring
Just before the crossing
Where you can look over
Straddling the two worlds
A solstice of oneself
I sing awaiting

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