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

Friday, February 23, 2007

as rain

I could write for you
So many more words but
As with rain so many drops fall
And yet are to be noticed by no one


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