Saturday, October 06, 2007
Mixed up
Smiles up wide and tainted with love
Greased with care and rowdy cheers
All rejoicing for the end of birth
Flowing streams of salted tears
Within the crowd there’s sunshine
Within silence there’s rain
Our centers as sweet as pine
Befuddled like people insane
As we turn away gloom gives -
Waves of dread moaning goodbyes
Neither cry not believe
Please bind us well those ties.
Divulged at 9:42 AM