Lost Brazil

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Lost Brazil

I’m holding on to her silence

Lost her touch

Lost her sight

No matter what I do

Let her be

Don’t let my feelings for her

Drag my Heart down

Can Trust save what we had

Can Respect restore her attention

Keep telling myself

Every things going to be ok

In my Heart I know this is it

I’ve lost her

How sad the reality

Taking a deep breath

Knot in my throat

I miss her deeply

She’s a great memory

Left me with a full Heart

A smile and some happiness to go with

My life

I wish her the best

The very best

With my Heart

-Fin-

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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