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Eric Aguilar | Wednesday, 20 October 2021 | Print

Eric Aguilar
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As night falls
I find the day in mourning.
All of my accomplishments for nothing.
In life’s closet I find myself alone;
holding a picture of you.
Wanting to care, I call out.
Life feels so empty
without love to share it with.
To have company of your own
subtracted from the present
brings a longing down, deep within.
To have and to hold,
the most special memories fill my center.
My heart is a picture of you
but, my mind only sees the negative.
A piece of forever longing to be told;
only my soul knows the pain.
The joy is in the instant of a flash.
Your image stands positioned
within a thoughts frame.
I stand in wait for truths reveal
knowing my life’s subject
is a picture of you.
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There once was a wise caterpillar
who knew something of the tree.
Though his legs were very fast,
they waited to proceed…
The worm that can walk
is such a funny little thing.
For, it took time for his body
to catch up to his feet.
He barely braved the elements
and climbed the big tree.
At the edge of a broken branch,
he took a sit to see.
Then he hung his hammock
resting between a twig and a leaf.
For, it took time for his body
to catch up with his wings.
Copyright@ Eric Aguilar

Posted 4:48 pm | Wednesday, 20 October 2021
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