In the quiet
the clock’s melody
singing it’s a quarter past
three.
My heart is bleeding
love blues.
You and I are too far apart.
I need to find you wherever
I go.
Are you on the bus corner
right behind the bench?
Are you tucked away
like the sun hiding beneath
the lazy rising full moon?
Are you a silent detective
watching me laugh at David
Chappelle's videos tonight?
In the quiet
the hurt of my heart
is singing
a sad
ness
that won’t go away
I am in the midst of
tears that threaten to
break my
so
ul
baby, I miss you
in the crev
ice
of everything sane
in the break
fast
while I munch on
steamy oatmeal with
fresh cut granny apples
Falling to a rare sentinel illness and separated from her charges during a retrieval mission Xevera Nanay encounters the biggest threat to her survival but more importantly her autonomy when paramedic Michael Constantine recognizes and imprisons her
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Wonderful poem and you did a great job in your recital. Enjoyed it very much!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
God bless,
Sandie.