He lived by the big river
of an almost forgotten town
getting there
was hard enough
one could get heart attacks
by just seeing the steep roads
and high cliffs
on the way to his home.I understand now,
why he looks so brave
for death peeks at him everyday
And he greets back happily.Felix,
now I see why you always think ahead,
always sure of what to do,
and why people always depend on you.For floods could wipe your home
in a blink of an eye
and your ride could fall
and quakes could shatter
your dreams
everyday on your way to school
yet I still see you well
nature-bruised, yes,
but always healed as you
return home.My friend
far away though we stood
with stars only to hold on to
I hope you know
that this is my salute
and always remember when it rains
or when the ground shakes,
I am thinking of you.
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Among the Broken Ones
PoésieA collection of thoughts struggling to find some meaning.