the next one

will be published....at bluehouse online......tho they seem to have a problem with the sites code...maybe one day it will work and someone will read......
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when i think about what pain
what words
weren't spoken
what dreams remain

if a thief could steal
i would
if a bird does fly
i should

but the wings of love
you clipped that night
as the sands of time
stood still

mother earth she sighed
the heavens just cried
for dreams of you
had died

tears lament more pain
that darkly divides
and cannot
explain

to find shelter in this
this insensible mist
for this the arrangement
was changed
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dez-05/06