by WILLIAM BLAKE

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour

Monday, December 21, 2015

D E A R D A D D Y

and so she said;

"Dear Daddy...

I'm writing this letter
to reach out to you.
To let you know that I
miss you like crazy.
I miss the weekends
when I used to call
To say hello.

I don't hear you
calling me 'Negra'
anymore.
and I miss it.

My dear daddy. carry
me again and take me
to the park to pick little flowers

Pick me up because I'm sick
I'm burning up Daddy.
I can't even think
Dear Daddy I miss you."

-Anonymous

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I N S I L E N C E

and so she said;

"I kept it in silence.
It burned for many years
in silence with me.
It stayed always here.
It bothered for years.

I'm sorry my baby.
I kept it in silence.
My baby is now grown
In silence again
the guilt always came
Because in silence
I stayed...

One day I'll be free
When I'm gone from
this earth.
And I'll stay
In silence again"

-Anonymous

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Sunday, December 20, 2015

C R Y B A B Y C R Y

and so she said;

"When silence comes
   and
nothing matters anymore...
Cry baby Cry
no one cares...
They come and go
and life goes on
Until you're gone

You gave your all
But no one there
bothers to care
They came and went
and life went on
Until the end...
Cry baby Cry.

And here alone.
One more time I cry.
Until the end
Cry baby Cry"

-Anonymous

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