Again that sorrow
we know nothing about
a strange season revolving through
strands of emotional
song
songs intertwined
twisted concertos
flute, violin, piano
sadness
Electric blood madness
screams passion
shooting into the spheres
(creating new worlds)
It's a deathless transition
this dying we know of
I blow a kiss to the world
in a book
of
Poems
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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