far from what my dream has shown;
i sleep and wake up like this, for thousand calendars i had
countless loss of chance,
is it a nightmare or a dream?
is there a difference that lies between?
or are they just synonymous to one?
i got a new calendar i can pin on my wall;
i wonder, how would i mark out each day that has passed?
how many calendars i must face?
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
