Wish I could live again my infancy
And cling to her soft breasts and brood
And coo, looking into her soft blue eyes,
Vanishing dreams…
A peddler…
When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart,
A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look.
at the piano
it’s been more than a year now,, since father left us,, mother, and i alone.. things have not been easy,, but we are making our way,, in this strange world,, into which we’ve both been thrown… with father gone, and little in the coffer,, after his illness and burial and such,, our one saving grace,, [...]
Again spring
It was not me who kissed you in your slumber;
But the rays of the emerging moon.
Not my nail which scratched your cheeks;
It was only the cupidโ€s arrows.
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