Saturday, November 16, 2013

Dreams and fish

A wall. I see a wall
where there was
a garden

Lillies shared space with daisies and dreams
one could always read in the fountain
among the colorful

I was so young and foolish when he told me the story,
he surrounded me with endearment,
helped me shape the

Now I'm older, he left, I have different eyes.
Lillies and daisies are all dead.
Dreams and fish are all

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