Healing-Hurts

It is as on the sand I write for you a poem But the sea comes in again to steal it Like a child I stand and wonder why this is That hope lives only to be washed away

Thursday, December 07, 2006

a currency is made by the heart


Health Wealth and even a Good Meal

are essentially valueless

Without a heart in love

posted by Simon Auchterlonie @ 1:18 PM  

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