Sunday, November 10, 2013

In quest of

The music plays in french now,
the same words with the bip-bip-boppity-bop
the strangest thing in the world,
the strangest ever

breaking my head,
searching for that one true word
But nothing fits,
abegging description,no words suffice.

Calm and peace and quiet inside
Honestly,i know not how.
Maybe if it were some other day..
there would be more to say.

Not deception or hallucination
nor imaginary day dreamings
Simply,the strangest thing.
Always in gratitude.
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