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May 2009 013

Life Is Fragile – Love is Not.

 

So spins our lives in turning chasms of change,
blurred and slippery as water
cascading over slimy rocks,
my wordless gesture in troubled times
invades your worried mind,
fiercely as the brushing hand to restless horse
my smile confirms, to reassure your fretful gaze,
as hell as life sometimes appears
in daily disclosing of newer pain,
my heart swoops and suffers,
my misty eyes, my soul knows
life is fragile, but love is not.

 

As birds black and shiny soar
to ‘crow’ in noisy rattle begin,
another nasty turn like sin,
to stab in pain, to etch within,
to reproduce in making bold this latest evidence,
dismissing in magicians wand, I wave again
I wave again…
To struggle and plunge I flounder there
impeach myself, still always care,
frightened, damp and cold
my misty eyes, my soul knows
life is fragile, but love is not
love is not…

 

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