Monday, January 31, 2011

The Fight

     River of water come take me away, far from this cocoon, somewhere with the moon.  Will you hear me tonight in the silence and the cold,  that only God can bare?  Somehow I feel that you knew me before we said our hellos.  You saw past the walls , past the plaster, and into the colors of what was worth the fight.

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