cry across the shadow,
to erase so can please a pillow,
night and night she is a widow,
no sun, no sun. no sun, glow.
roses kill the bees,
a man comes with no kiss,
when bees do this,
everything is 'his'.
the heart is not like yours,
the crash came in when she grows,
try and try to be like those,
but the world say no, she shows.
she stands on her silver lining,
to cross the spit giving,
or rather to shift by wings,
step,a step, though she is unwilling,
till the power of circle she brings,
like no ending of a golden ring.
12.43 pm
januari 7 2008
isnin
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