week 373 ~ a door ajar leeches in cold
a door ajar leeches in cold
no time for things unessential
in truth my love my heart is full
but Brazil slipping from my soul
leaves a void unfillable whole
sections of myself fall away
crash splinter to dust who can say
what it will take to rebuild them
all around the world is mayhem
focus on getting through today
I cannot imagine Brazil not wrapped around you soul…time to make a trip maybe. :-)
slpmartin
December 14, 2015 at 5:30 pm
Not this break, but hopefully before too long.
mairmusic
January 11, 2016 at 3:00 pm