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

Saturday, December 02, 2006

silence as married to time

Silence may prosecute
but it can not threaten

while

Time as tears
rolls by within

but as ever

Time is always
there to share

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