All humans
by nature
are poetic.
When I am old and
you are gone
far away,
I will think of you
in the fiction
of my memory.
I will return
and from afar
you will wait for me
forever.
27.05.2007, 08:55 PM, Sunday.
Plymouth, United Kingdom.
- Somewhere
- Beautiful Creatures
- Humming
- Rain
- Wander
- When I Am Old
- Way
- Waiting
- Unwanted
- Truce
- Think of Me
- The Little Mermaid
- The Dust in the House
- A Few Winters Ago
- The Door
- Run
- If You Can Wait
- Twenties
- How Do You Live
- Rose
- Place
- Remember My Name
- Moving House
- Maybe I Was a Cat
- Mollusc
- I Cannot Live With You
- Legacy
- I Will Keep a Dog
- In Ruin
- I Am a Poem
- I Always Choose You First
- Hold
- Growing Pains
- Ghost
- Finding Eternity
- Fellow Travellers
- Do Not Think of Me
- A Hunch and a Dog
- A Telly
- A Cat From My Next Door
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