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

Tuesday, February 13, 2007


A self-confidence I do not have
nor do I seek to invest in
For to look at life and see what
this self confidence does
To an environment & a neighbour
I am troubled by sadness


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