Saturday, May 9, 2009
1.
The arctic wind loves the rain
but stakes no claim.
A poet's pen will write the verse
for love of words.
A shadow will only play the game
without a name.
A hopeful heart may break the curse
or suffer worse.
2.
I have your coffee stains,
your fingerprints,
your kiss.
You have my gratitude,
my suffering,
my kiss.
We have unspoken words,
our memories,
love missed.
3.
Now you fear me,
not as much as before,
but worse.
4.
open air
gulls' cries
I'm still inside
5.
inside
alone
inside
6.
GOING
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