26.3.07

Ghazalapy

The voice cries soulfully over the radio
I love, I love, I love

I want to move to another continent
Where everyone I meet will know something I don't

How much do you really care?
Can you care more than that?

I said what I needed to say
It was not what I wanted to hear myself say

Every day is leaf grown on the tree of life
Fall turns to winter at sometime too

Humanista

posted by friars | Monday, March 26, 2007

1 Comments:

Blogger occhialista said...

lovely analogies.
it's definately a
spewing of images.

2:18 AM  

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