Saturday, March 22, 2008
saturday is bloodier than bloody sunday
I stand under the crying moon, willing to fly over to help wipe its tears.
I go down to the water, I take a look at the reflected image.
I am standing there wiping the tears of moon.
I am standing humble, words chasing each other , then staggering in the row...
"there is always a way..."
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