Sunday, August 22, 2010

A Bird

What a love it was
To see and survive
A life

One side
Wants to be understood -
-- graces and blessings of a love spotted and cherished
The other
Wants to be left alone -
-- the yearnings of disappearing and erasing the existence of memory

What a love it was
To fly and fall
This soul

Trenches of bones
Walking over the past and memories
Smiling as they come


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