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A true little miracle that happened to me :-)Morning sun pouring in through my windshieldOn the daily route to the officeHere comes interruption from my phone:Go to the bank for a new card.The beads gleam in my fingers as if to remind meThat I was locked in conversationAnd it would be rude to distract myself…
Ruined? Renewed
Grab the paper and let it bear the burdenOf the ticking clock looking at your life:The pendulum swings,The occasional rings.Pencil and eraser like a butcher’s knife Open up your soul as the paper groansWhere is joy? The clock ticks sadly awayBut nothing smiles.Just broken whilesLaid on the page in slow sullen sway. The luggage says…
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