Sunday, September 26, 2010

26. Infinite Samba

is a place in my mind.
It sounds a little like this,
it feels a little like a soft
warm breeze,
and its gentleness is
almost too much to bear
if you think about it.

But you don't think:
you close your eyes, you listen, you feel
and this note of smooth beauty
just carries on and on - unwavering

Of course no one lives here,
and you cannot stay,
but it's a nice place to keep
tidy and tucked away.

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