Friday, February 12, 2010

Ironic this interweaves

How ironic this world interweaves

like yarn twisted in leaves

the thistle yearns to be loved

and the rose wishes to hide away

smiles play on our lips

and frowns grow in the soil of our souls

the moon rises wishing

it could fall next to you

and the people passing by

wish they were solid asleep inside.

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