Best FriendDo you know how many times you’ve hurt me,Never intending to, never noticing?Do you know how many times you’ve pierced a dagger through my heart,Completely oblivious to it?Pain is the hardest coming from a friend.What felt so natural to youIt pained me so deep.Why do I feel as we are growing more and more apartWhen you are walking right next to me?Why do I feel like you’re slipping and I can’t hold you?You have no idea how scared I amThat I will leave you behindAnd that you will think I betrayed you.You have no idea how many times I cried because of you,Because you just don’t see, and I don’
Life BrushLife BrushCould it be a seashell,by the shore, dunes shiny.Nuances from pink towelwrapped around body.Lovely sunset timing the day.Moving shapes and vanishingcolors evolve smoothly. Say,you always think about next thing.Machine for imagination,even in the biggest garden.You are walking, jumping. Motion.Pink may be the same in eden.Powerful and so rounded shell,fragile in your very small hands.I see, your warm eyes sing and tellwhich colors wrapped with no ends.What kind of pink is in your life,favorites, are your eyes seeing.May all the shell would tell you ifsome lively colors are missing.©Stefonthesea – 18/0
Human Nature.Human Nature.The dreamers, The believers And the ambitious achievers.Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.The realists, The logical idealists And the informed defeatists.Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.You see I am beginning to get the gist,Of how we all unwittingly coexist.Neither one can ever be dismissed,As long as the reign of mankind persists.As one tries, the other watches.When one flies, the other dislodge
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