Wrosesongs

08/06/2005

Somewhere in the deep darkness
Part calls to past
Wiggling free of encumbrances
Which should have been gone long ago

Reaching through the emptiness
Songs numb of hope
Broken speech and accidents
Of a life that’s gone too wrong

Calling out to someone
Faint hints to faith
Willows dip too slowly
As the rose moans for conquest.

zss

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***still chasing this one