Open Poetry #39 |
I Went in to Get my Jacket |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Blue seas, boat-less oceans, Carried certain, unrelieved. Tarried tears from slowest motions; I wonder where they come from. Fixed eyes on simple answers; Simple life, simple truth. This child does not exist. Hear her howl: this day does Sound like winter. Then laughter. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh the wretched fickleness of life and love! the phantom in the dark ~sigh~but to know to hold onto her when she is there! |
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