There they are,

Outside here,

Dawn for them,

Night for others.

Their bands so tight,

They’ve been here,

all along, really strong.

So straight with slight bends,

hovering over them are drops,

but then, who cares?

“It’s on us already” they say.

Still they stand there,

Just here.


In front of my house,

with blockage on my path.

No pillow for my head,

no angel to pass by.

Not knowing how rust,

still there to their hurt,

the drops won’t stop.

So they don’t,

they won’t stop.

I’ve tried and I’m tired,

and days are rolling by.


One step, I’m out,

It’s mine, I’m sure,

and truly they know.

Can’t wait,

but wait,

I still can try.

Sparks and light,

my brain ignite.

Truly, two won’t tell,

but a third will share.

I’ll try my best,

and time will tell.

Maybe my path will be clear,

and my pillows would stay under my head.

Sweet angels can stop to greet,

only if they do not meet.

I plant it there,

to watch and to listen.

So I go on my way,

and use the day.

Now back and slack,

I want my share,

out quickly,

lets hear it all.

I ask so dear,

like “what did you hear?”

So up on the edge,

I end up in tears,

for all I hear,

is what I’ve said.

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