Tuesday, November 14, 2017

the other side

in the other realm, 

you were not a musician

there wasn't any channel, nor vehicle

there was only you




you were mischievous, as who you are

you stood behind an old wooden bar

      your hands, and the smell of dirt

      covered with soil, one that gives birth to life



you weren't really smiling

you were just being





and I remember you

my soul did





I just wondered why

was it your face that I saw

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