Sunday, April 25, 2010

Full of Grace by Sarah McLachlan

pink azalea

how many times (i found you)
i

don't know, but
everywhere

i turn / i reach
so

much further
towards

finding you (i find the sun) and
days

like this
come,     they go.
quickly

i turn. / i breach
the

oath (i swore to you) to
stand blithely

beside you
and

now

i grow alone. (how many times
i

found you, left you...)

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