Poem -
this woman sleeps
no complaints to listen too
no loud laughter of the nothingness
so often spoken off
no scent of sweet perfumeĀ
no any secrets of Victoria as she whispers
the selfness of me takes me through
i love the selfness of meĀ
as i sit at an open window with well scented air
and my body plays itself to golden sleep
and loving memories
she is not missedĀ Ā
and not added to my list of happiness
as my selfness embracesĀ
Gods gifts....and tomorrow i will feel the same
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