Guest guest Posted March 9, 2000 Report Share Posted March 9, 2000 Selfishness- What barrier to the Soul. Put on long ago as Amour You dim my Light. What good is a timepiece called heart to a tin man? Where is chaos, What yearning? constricting, held back. Caught peeking as if concealed, hidden eyes, child's shoulders, hope hidden Where do children grow? __________________.... You asked me to lay down my arms, my heart. I mimic You like a record. Defenseless You treated me, as king. Lay down in this spring grass, with Her, This warm mound of Earth. any attire suits you only there remembering: Sandals like bondage to children's feet, at first tread carefully __________________.... 3/8/00 :-), welling ‘o’ attitude, free. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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