listen to spend the day,
appreciate your tracks
that loyal visitors
let in my space,
to sway some chimeras
for try to write
to hide my emotion
to escape sighs
getting drunk gestures slow
and whispered words,
to dilute future
in tons of "if",
to chanting "yes"
arrives the instant it is to sleep on the edge of hours free, but saving ridiculous, then returns hunger elsewhere thirsty at other times. It is the happiness to know you here in my asylum, I'm holding the phone! and you say a thousand thanks, my fingers numb and hesitant somewhat cowardly to take my daily trip to your home, or, if I do, I'll read but do not always leave a trace!
dint of repeating myself "tomorrow is another day", it will come good!
Smiles to you who read me and especially keep well:)
drawing Hansi
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