Tag: letters
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Visiting my Mama
– For so long have my eyes been seeking, / awaiting some letter of yours, my son – / in the nights my heart was wakeful / and quaking like a leaf in the wind.
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A Letter
Time for me to get going… / enough playing the fool: / sitting around and hoping / for a hot glance from you.
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When from my little village I was parted / My grandfather took me to the lake / the spring sun warmed the blue sky / He handed me a note when we said goodbye