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[La Mas Bonita]

As I thinking of you fondly, ​

every minute
is a long day,
every day is an endless,
an endless year​

and ​

I am​

still​

without you​

Grieving far,
faraway from you,
glittering dreams pouring out,
through my tried eyes
tuning into lonely
shadow-voices ​

and​

I am​

longing to breathe in
every breath you
exhale,
to hold the pearls of your love
in my bruised hands
and heal ​

As I thinking of you fondly, ​

In
my
tears
I
see
your
beautiful
face,
and I am breaking
ever
so
silently ​

Oh dear God,
help me bear my sorrowful load
to carry this cross,
the heaviest ever made,
and show me​

home​

 

[ale-latina1]

that is a great poem it makes me cry