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Thinking of you...
when i think of you
butterflies come
they rest on my heart
thinking it's a flower
but what a pity
their life is short
Fide ERKEN
23.01.2003
Writing a poem
my heart trembled
wishing to write a poem
i began to look for it
looking at the clouds above
on my way to school
i saw darkness and sorrow
there was no poem there
trees were alone
on the street
i asked them to tell me a poem
but they would't talk
i met children then
getting closer to home
they were laughing
i just smiled
my home welcomed me at last
untidy,alone,private to me
sitting on my ordinary chair
tiredness on my shoulders,
my gift was a poem.
Fide ERKEN
23.01.2003
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