I should go, get on the road to going home
Before I plant my feet and my dream turns to stone
We've done much growing, myself and this town
But the lonely windy whispers, shakes my heart to the bone.
I wish to be pampered, with a sung lullaby
As my tears roll and my awakening suffers by
Because despite being asleep, I've to close my eyes
When I open my eyelids, you'll have been swallowed by the lines.
To see you again, would make me fall in a slump
To hear you once more, would be a jump with a gulp
But I'll satisfy with just the tightest of hugs
For this is just a dream, and I'm on my way to waking up.
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Autor:
Mad_Hare (Seudónimo) (
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- Comentario del autor sobre el poema: To the man that was the father that I've never had. Rest in peace, grandpa. Miss you tons...
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For you grandpa, miss you tons. Rest in peace...
Amén
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Amen.. Gracias amigo por leerme y dejar un comentario. Nos vemos prontamente en versos.
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