Thursday, 19 August 2010


Impossible it is to describe
the morning waking of a Down’s boy
who waves an open palm
one centimeter from my nose,
smiles the best of the sun
and, with voice like honey, whispers

Love, it could be, yes
as If I know that word
as thing or feeling. No,
he voices out a tone
more from glory of this world:
another day of loving.

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