crazy world


i wait for the red light to turn green

CRADLED,like a infant in a
mothers arms,i lay stangnent
with two broken wings,and
like a traffic light, i wait
for this red light,to turn
green.

RETREAT,like the day from
night,settle for more,
as you move about,watch
and wait,as the lord
fixes those broken wings,
so you can fly strait ,
and stay strong...





Poetry by david gerardino
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Written on 2006-11-07 at 14:12

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Wonderful work David, lovely to read your name here. Smiling at you, Tai
2006-11-07