Thursday, May 26, 2011

More Words

Sometimes I wallow
Sit by the river and swallow
Lies I've heard
Truths absurd


I listen to the trees
So easy to please
So quiet and clam
Fragile in my palm


Is the heart that beats
Against empty teat
I just wanted love
Words on wings of the dove


Flit and flutter
Slippery as butter
And drift away
And drift away...

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