Mona,
how did you know
there was still life
beneath the ashes?
my dark grey skies
are sleepless nights -
the many that have passed
a guarantee that life is short,
is meaningless
unless I gave it meaning.
somedays i could put my feet
on the ground
and write on a blank paper
somedays, i just stare at a wall badly in need of paint.
this one time, you said
and i decided, this one time
i shall let that unruly child out again
who had been taught so well by life not to laugh.
this one time
i shall forget lessons of a lifetime
and let that Goblin peep...
she danced!
she sang!
she pranced!
she wanted to dig a potato?
she wanted to throw a fish into the lake?
she wore crazy tourist hat and glasses?
The Gamin is now back in the box
but I can feel her presence in me
In the form of two devilishly bright eyes
grinning and shining in the dark....
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