Bewondering / Condoleances / Verhalen
Out of the air, suddenly there was Michael Jackson.
Sisters fan, a tiger on the lap, reality into musicality,
something original and new, liked the music, sang tunes.
It was sometimes quiet, forgotten, but always there.
I donít like misery, hidden face, an accident, publicality.
I remember you, as when I was young,
for who you always were, a shame
you stopped showing who that became.
- Remember221 -
Gecontroleerd door: christina