It’s 14:14 on the 14th
One month left
to mandatory celebration,
and also three.
To cry secretly,
take your tears with you,
hide behind your fears
and ask:
Is it worth it?
To fool yourself,
take your words with you,
hide behind your work
and ask:
Well, did it work?
It’s 14:44 on the 14th
One month left
to necessary confrontation
and also three.
To laugh sincerely,
let your giggles out,
reveal your fervent desires
and reply:
I trust you.
To face yourself,
let your grief out,
reveal your devoted heart,
and reply:
I miss you.
Time is over.
It’s 15:15.
one month less
or three months more
does it matter?
No.
Beril
14/01/10
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The time on my laptop was 15:15 when I finished this poem and clicked to post. This blog's time is running behind!
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