Is there a beauty as soft as you?
a thought
a kiss
the breeze
With eyes and light
and sullen memories
Cast me out and move straight, the scores of people will not add up to your gentle worth
love can rise
time will show hearts eternal
passion can be the sword
as flesh can be the infernal goat
Is there a pain that can be healed?
a wound
a cut---
the shock
Is there a beauty that can rise above, in me, I know this not.-
(Dec.27 2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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