Habla Me, The Gipsy King

tell me
what is it that bothers you?

why you wake up at 2
in the morning
and write a poem
that you keep to yourself?

why you keep all those emotions
inside you?

what is the color of your sorrow?
what is the sound of your happiness?

tell me
why until now you still hide in the shadows
of your being?

tell me now
because tomorrow i am leaving.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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