I ensure this close up, in blue level
of closed book
leaf pattered designs in the white walls
and up, high aqua ceiling.
Ceiling fan rowing in it's nature
and I'm looking up high
to my ever-changing thoughts in the mind.
Clouds are all smokes
but not every smoke is a cloud.
flash of unknown pretty faces
when I close my eyes,
maybe they are my friends in
a different dimensional life.
Is it always true, that I've loved
you , my best ?
what is my true best ?
All I can say; know; that is as I keep loving you
& missing you, all this will could
turned into lights in your day.
So, I will never give up, till last.
At last as when fading away
to this existence , I'll remember
Writing this poem at a.m, in one of the
various scenarios pass before my
eyes, like a fast forward movie clip,
All this if could end as peaceful
as I'm thinking right now
I will say my last goodbye
with a smile .
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