I touch the frosty glass, And for a brief moment In the night The shadow suddenly grows Closer. My imagination ? Maybe...
I know you found peace On distant shores. How is it to live There? How is it to breathe ? My fear? maybe ...
I know our life is a gift Of downs, ups, Rules of the game, But at the frosty side Of the glass You wait I feel And I will come To you one day Or night. I never have enough Of sadness, love And voices in the mist
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
It happened to me few days ago while keeping in hand a frosty glass of wine...a real feeling my father was near me....................................................
We live a neverending time, the individual lifetime experience allows us to give a subjective meaning to the reality that surrounds us, sometimes someone share our feelings..our emotions
Thank you so much Kathy. yes is a real gift at the moment. Sure i d like to see both of my parents...and more often..but I am really happy even with such small opportunity. Gr, Lilly
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