Κυριακή, 20 Μαΐου 2012

Sundays afternoon



Sunday afternoons crammed in a piece of paper
Spoonfuls of coffee,magic and laughter
Night perches on my window
I lean over and feel the breeze
Calling me to wondrous dances
Truth kept us shiny for a while but
Life is a mystery in infinite ways
Once in the circle,you're never  the same
How could you? Don't regret a thing
Your time was running,i could tell
So much there was to do,so little did you wait
Sunday afternoons are never the same
I gaze at the sky
And smile.
                                       ( march 1994  revised)

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