Friday, 12 October 2007

Wishes


A crow's crown of thorns

nestles in my head

scavenging sharply for

ideas that keep.


Scratching the doors of heaven

it makes me wonder.


Unlike you, still smiles

cement like portraits.


You move like the sea.


I am still swept beneath

the waves, in the sand.


With wishes you rose

into the sky.


Left me behind.





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