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


on the bus


I sat down on the bus
my heart was melted
and while these eyes
swelled with tears
I realized how good it is
to be alive



posted by Simon Auchterlonie @ 12:24 AM  

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