How many chills
Spent in a restless night
They come and go
Between turns in light-stars
in the shaded dark

And how many thoughts on my mind
Papers thrown out in a basket and
How much nonsense exists in a sigh

How primitive is
Man at first rising in the early morning light
Celestine is the color of the sky today
And she smiles at the scent of coffee
Poured in a ceramic brown cup that steams vaporously

Today I am no longer attracted by the
Chasing after of a dream
For those who want it
They can go and get it

Today I am alone with my thoughts
In my silence
I have no worries
I am convinced that life is sincere
That death is accepted

There are worse things in the world
Than a man existing without purpose
And if he pretends to love
He loses a sacred heart

I will walk far
More than I ever imagined
It will not be me to pretend regret
Too bad you did not require
A dream coming true

There and now he stays a poor ‘man
He who has lost more than
Time and breath
Lost the only thing
He abandoned
Truth and his one only
Partner in the game of
unconditional love.

Palma is a published author and the president of the South Shore Artist Group, Staten Island New York.
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Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
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