quinta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2009

Wyrd Valentine


She was sharing
Flowers, baloons
Paper-made gifts, smiles,
All over school.


The sun was lighter, because of the cards.
She was thoughtful:
It was Valentine´s day; she had few people to regard
- One less than the year before.


She didn’t bother:
The feelings sang in choir
(Though all messed up) pointing to the cards


That she should write every day non-Valentine,
Until the day they die.
“Are you ok?” “I am fine, I am fine.”


Nina

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