Poetic Letter #007
The usual, plus a poem about death and love
A more minimalistic version of this publication today.
Because less is more, and we are enough.
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~ Games ~
We pretend we’re adults But we’re just little kids We stare at nothing Waiting to be thrilled Thumbs typing Three dots moving Delete everything Let’s keep on holding Counting the seconds While we’re playing games We hide behind forced silences When we’d rather call Each other's names
~ Peace ~
Like the waves in the ocean Like the mist over the hills Like the rain in the jungle Like a lake completely still When your surface is calm A reflection is seen Of the seer’s own self And everything in between Fresh as the snow Hot as the steam Strong as the ice Soft as the breeze You have infinite shapes But always the same soul You’re flawless as a stream When you go with the flow
~ Fool ~
And a fool I am If I think I can Take care of your wounds Making heaven or hell And a fool I am If I think you can Make me feel complete Perfect in every cell But perfect we already are Though perfect we’ll never be If we just trust ourselves We will forever be free
A bit of a melancholic one this time
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