For Tess,

Lately I was looking for an inspiration to write poems

I’ve waited for luxury to arrive,
But time didn’t responded

I had bought a good pen to style them down on paper
But the letters didn’t spelled out

Soon, forgetfulness fall into me
The good pen retired,
And the paper was left to the knawing criticism of the mice

Like a great comet that show itself from the sky
For once in a decade or century,
It flashed in me the reminder to see the signs
And write the symbols down

The poem started…
My heart beats according to its everlasting rhythm
And touches my Power to Love

But so it must…
Somehow to be ended
With the word…Wife

From Bogie
5 January 2006







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