Sitting with hind
blotted into gray
dust under her feet
she seems forgotten
into a piece of dismay..
she has white around her
white
the color of play
but has she got the joy?
No.
begotten tears..
torn up toy.
Let her discover
the brightness of her own
let me lend
a shoulder of my gown
to let her wipe her tears
hidden behind the depth of smiling ray.
Let love invade
the shades of gray
Let love pervade her depths
to get her hopes, a way..
blotted into gray
dust under her feet
she seems forgotten
into a piece of dismay..
she has white around her
white
the color of play
but has she got the joy?
No.
begotten tears..
torn up toy.
Let her discover
the brightness of her own
let me lend
a shoulder of my gown
to let her wipe her tears
hidden behind the depth of smiling ray.
Let love invade
the shades of gray
Let love pervade her depths
to get her hopes, a way..
(From my diary, Fall of 2006)
