The apple was round
In a way that said
"I am tasty to the core"
The sky was blue
In a way that whispered
"I am cold and full of empty"
The day was long
In a way that hinted
"I am hiding from the night"
The hands were cold
In a way that reminded
"I am waiting to be held"
Monday, July 13, 2009
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Shadow Simon says: somewhere along the way Shadow Simon says: you've lost sight of who you are Shadow Simon says: and you lost the words...
1 comment:
Wo-ash. Lovely poem.
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