words
simple as trees
simple as rain
simple as bucket
simple as the dirty hands of a child
after hours of playing under a clouded sky
simple as book
simple as care
simple as ease
simple as an old man smoking his pipe
on his front porch watching the autumn foliage
words
simple as home
simple as train
simple as night
simple as the tired gaze of an inner city cop
shedding his uniform after the night shift
simple as whisper
simple as mourning
simple as love
simple as the trembling hands of an abandoned man
reaching for the bottle as the night grows blacker
words
simple as death
simple as sun
simple as water
simple as the sorrows of an early summer morning
the city broad streets empty to the singing birds
simple as wing flaps
simple as grace
simple as end
simple as the hand of light that touches your heart
and make you struggle each and yet another day
words
when I die
even if I never said a single thruth
if everything I ever uttered was a lie
I’ll take them with me
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