January 11, 2014


Sons resembling their fathers 
Daughters born with grandma's
Oh how you have grown!
Listening to old country tunes
And reading pulp fiction.
As if in silence 
The river took its own decisions
Mellowing down and theorising
new looks at old fights
History is fancy dress nights.

I loose myself thinking 
Our lives are poems
For someone else to write.

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