Just a bit sad
Only a little
Rolled up like blankets
His mind still wanders
But the streets are cold
No one remembers
No thoughts cast back
He fights the silent war
That wasn't won with guns
Just a bit sad
Only a little
His face retreats
To the safety of shadow
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
On being inside time
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