Reality... Three

the sun is up
at 8 o'clock and here on this muddy path
we meet

i know you
i look down my feet
you pass by me
i see only your shadow
at a side glance

you take a past pace
i think you even want to have wings and fly
that instant

this is what mutual dislike is all about.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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