Maybe.
I know
this stillness
will ripple and flow
Maybe.
The cooler shades
of the greener mistakes
will make a wonderful life
and no regrets
Maybe.
I'll never know
if you leave with me
and take the ride
Maybe.
The next life
The next moor
The next dive
What if,
it never is.
Maybe.
The wait is a road
of daisies, hovels, and mushrooms
that whisper a tender gloom
in songs of the virgin, guiltless, unrequited moon.
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its funny, how many "maybe's" we live with.. how uncertain we are of the obvious sometimes..yet, there is pleasure in this 'maybe' as there is in pain.
Right said fred.
The Maybe kills me some days. But some other days, it's the best thing that ever happened.
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