(de meu Pequeno)
By the bridge of the seven arches
my reflection in the River Nore
showed many faces of myself
before I laid your picture
in the wake of ducks and geese and watched
your picture float away,
your eyes full of tears
for my delay in meeting
you in our secret place near the beach
where you live,
and dance in the veranda
that resembles a music box
where my heart is a key
and your lips a lock.
- Andrew -
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