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True feelings by Cheik Sylla
You are
the stars and the sky,
the tree
and the leaves.
You are
the spices on my favorite meal
and the heat
of the sun.
You are
the flour of the baked bread
and the jet
suddenly in flight.
However,
you are not the sugar in the coffee
the whip cream
on the ice cream,
or the cabin
made of ice cream sticks.
And you
are certainly not the fresh breeze in the morning.
There is
just no way you are the fresh breeze in the morning.
It is
possible that you are the bird on the branch,
maybe
even the honey on the tea,
but you
are not even close
to being
the water in my cup.
And a
quick look in the mirror will show
that you
are neither the tie in my suit
nor the Porch
911 in my garage.
It might
interest you to know,
speaking
of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am
the soft rays coming from the sun.
I also
happen to be the aurora borealis,
the sand
blown by the wind in the desert,
and the
beautiful bouquet on the table.
I am also
the ants climbing a tree
and the
bubble gum stuck under your shoe.
But don't
worry, I am not the stars and the sky.
You are
still the stars and the sky.
You will
always be stars and the sky,
not to
mention sugar and—somehow—the black coffee.
