What I Wrote
Thursday, August 17, 2006
"Chasing a dream, a dream no one else can see or understand, like running after a butterfly across an endless meadow, is extremely difficult."
- W. P. Kinsella
This is the poem that I wrote that day.
- W. P. Kinsella
This is the poem that I wrote that day.
My heart shed tears
clear yet warm
pure with no malice free and imprisoned
no need to reason
no need for reason
occurring so long ago
one
four
seven
ninety-one
the number so long now
tears need no reason
only a sense
only a sound
for the leak to begin
from deep within
the source forgotten
my darling, just once
don't look at me that way.
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