Guest guest Posted November 22, 2005 Report Share Posted November 22, 2005 Strange day, today I write poetry for the living In memoriam for the dead, I am banned from a poet's group, Another group disbands, I am moderated in true vision, I am thinking I should wear a second Hand rose tattoo on my left breast, I should have remembered dreams of long ago, These I recall in musings of a dream therapist, " We Cannot Escape Our Destiny And It Is Divine " How we had flown united on an airplane, How this plane crashed in the Light, As a new dimension of Reality, Like a sudden wind Blew us away Rendered us harmless, And smelling of roses. Ana Ruiz 11/22/05 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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