Lovely, Dennett. Beautiful poem, and it's good to hear you are on your way back regarding your health. Thanks for your lovely poem.
A poem of love for the Love-Of-My-Life
That night, that night,
that night of nights,
that night I will remember
until deep into my nightest night.
Was it a dream? A dream in which
I dreamt of finally meeting the
person of my dreams? A dream I
dreamt ever since I started
dreaming.
But is was real and it was you. You.
YOU!
And when I look at you I know it’s you,
the one I dreamt of. You.
Every day since that night of nights,
I dream of you with my eyes open.
An ode to one of the great footballers of all time
Life is life
paint-rolled on vacant board
evokes music and raw, magical,
unlimited talent.
Diegoaoaoaoaoaoaoal.
One of the best football players of all time passed away today. May he find peace wherever he is now. And a ball. He clearly was in love with the ball, and taught us the beauty of that love. Thank you for that.
