apples and blood and sleep
one of the most difficult things in life is communication. sometimes, with people we know so dearly, we miss and miss and miss. the apple on the head remains unscarred while blood drips slowly on warm skin. but the world notices not. it spins and spins while we miss and miss and it laughs at us. us humans with our arrows and shiny apples and silly ideas. bedtime for an overly sleepy boy.
Posted by jeff at May 16, 2003 10:06 PM
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who my father was, what country i'm from,/ in vain the people ask me./ the first never existed, and my home.../ the earth that gives me fruit and flowers./ wherever destiny leads me, i find a smile, i find love./ why should i worry about thought of the past/ when the hours of the present are so glad to my heart?/ it'd true that tomorrow could cast a veil over/ the serene breezes waiting for me./ but if today my skies are all blue/ why should i worry about things that may not happen?/ i am a plant, never frozen or bare,/ that defies even the harshest winter./ if a leaf falls here, another will grow in its place./ in every season i am full of flowers.
Posted by: persistence at May 17, 2003 03:57 AM
