Monday, February 15, 2010

Through Gentle Breeze - Poem written 02/07/1997

I age away so tenderly,
for nothing is what it seems.
The stones of time I will recall,
yet the bloodless cries will shine of all,
and in the soft and gentle breeze,
the light of life,
will spread disease.
The pulsing comes so peacefully,
through marble skies,
across the seas,
through fascist lies,
through gentle breeze.

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