a face a voice
smiling sighing
gentle whispers
fade in and out
disguised as lovers
entrenched upon
the new mother earth
and what do we have
castles and kings
and things to make
us dance and sing
Lest we forget
do you know what is real?
aching to feel
Mirrors cracked into
the ocean
kiss the sky of
deepest summer
goodbye goodbye
By Rick Weber
June 17, 2008
11:16pm
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