Silence is what she tells me, but
Her smile keeps telling me something-
Rowing on the ocean of dream,
And struggling with the storm that-
Bypasses the little heart.
Angel is what I think her about-
Neither in dream, nor in the poem,
In real actually.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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