The Talented Noone
Flag-waving, crowd stamping
Progress gaining through the storm
Of people cheering, dissapearing
Inside the confines of the tented room
Colours flashing, air vibrating
With the facade of the rainbow
Thrilling all to wonderment screaming
At the soaring center of the show
To noone crying, plumed and flying
Ascended above a sea of opened mouths
Each show endures a little more dieing
Till supplies finally run out.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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