She has long claimed your heart, but you claimed nothing in return. Now it is too late....


She




Oh, how she dies -
She is the flower, and the summer breeze
they don't go well with the winter storm
And the rivers erupt like tears
Yours? Perhaps,
but they are all for her

Grieve her
for she is gone
Love her
for she is not here
Hate her
for she is not yours

She laughs

as in a distant life

she laughs
and now she cries








Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2005-08-25 at 00:34

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translating tears
prism,
every
shade
of dancing
light within
now out

holden
in a
tear
2005-08-26


epohonci
left me feeling sad.....

laughing, crying............. what's the difference, really?
2005-08-25