Monday, June 2, 2014

closed minds never speak


i can imagine a dark room woith a table in it

with Two Masks and a set of white flowers under a darkened

smoky bulb or candle
and a bootle of blood red wine
a rose of a harp
a letter writen in black ink

with the heart of a hawk
fire and the rose

these words i compose
writen in fire with the rose

laid for the heart compose
Fire and Ice on the side walk

for we reflect
we remember

<3

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