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

"if" but by me


If I could hold the Sun
You would be in the palm of my hand

posted by Simon Auchterlonie @ 1:12 PM  

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