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2006-06-14 17:47:41 ET Pardon this poetic posting...I can't help myself. It's self-expression I guess. Untitled #1 You fall from my memory; Gracefully; as a star from the perling of mother sky. Soundless; You burn in the atmosphere of time. You are but a moment, a flash, captured amid one million flickering lights reflected in my eyes. Never to be forgotten, but gone just the same. Untitled #2 Memories of what once was and never will be drip from my body as wax. They cover me and change me. No longer the straight and unburned candle I am melted, manipulated and formed, though still burning. The memories that slide from my skin collect in pools at my feet and make me who I am. |
