Come To My Window...
for you to see what i am seeing now,
there is a need for you to come to my window
stand beside me and feel me
we do not have to talk
it is what we see that will talk to us
they always understand and will always be there
to entertain us in their
loquacious silence...their dance of life,
their illustration of
eternity...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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