Sunday, 5 May 2013

We Are Here

Isn't it time
to do all the things
you always wanted to do?

Now the waves no longer
lap at you, at
your feet: you're
one with the water;
you're one with the street.

The book in your hand,
now it melts into you.
The sadness, it 
falls away

And the words 
on your tongue,
they petal out.

You are everything, 

Rose buds burst red
from your 

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