a word thrown out floating, floating like a helium balloon reaching hope against hope wishing to reach the stars only to be struck down by silence back to
a heart forever scarred nursing its wound beating, beating pushing the blood red like roses scattered all over
a body too tired to move too torn to salvage a bit of pride here a bit of respect there forget about joy gone is peace just leave a little of
a memory in sunny climate where youth reigns love rules goodness prevails people look at one another in the eyes and see a soul like yours and mine and his and hers the substance of angels and maybe some not-too-nasty devils
a thought, just...
August 1999
thai ta
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