Sunday, August 3, 2008

Samia's new poem

It is to our end I drink

To our beginning

To steer myself away

from those tired stagnant waters

To our new beginning

My friend

My love

Our last ritual

For nobody got closer

than us

to me

We live now

like we should

and you know it

Free

Thinking

Drifting

Breeze

I do not know

What will become of us

Ever talk

while sipping tea?

It's time the frills disappear

We

now stand here

Still connected

through something

even though it does not appear

A toast to you

my dear

May we meet again

as old, old friends

on a sunny day

in the green breeze,

when time would have made us

what we have always wanted to be.

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