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I saw your photograph
Inside a magazine
A look upon your face
I didn't know what it could mean
Maybe you know something
That Nobody knows
Where did we come from
Where do we go?
***
In your eyes there is wisdom
Hiding secrets of old
About there moon and the stars
And the world getting old
Maybe you know something
Nobody knows
Where did we come from
Where do we go?
***
Maybe we can take a coffee
At the corner of the street
And you can tell me everything you know
Maybe we can take a coffee
At the corner of the street
And then I too will know
You see I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
About the Creator
Liam Ireland
I Am...whatever you make of me.
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Comments (2)
This felt very lyrical. It could be a song! I sang it to my own tune!
Great poem! Wonderful!