This first poem I am posting tries to sum up the notion of watching a relationship
fall apart, and rather than remove yourself from a destructive and devastating
ending romance, we as human beings tend to participate to the bitter end...enjoy
A feather falling
How does it whisper
back and forth.
Trade winds are a callin now
It's time to gather up
And leave low tide behind.
I feel that feather fallin
Low above my feet now
Still the trade winds won't stop callin
And I can't stop starin
Till that feather
Falls Apart.
N.Pablito
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