The heart is a bottomless chasm
only conquered by the sands of time.
Sometimes scarred by the winds of pain
then cleansed by the healing rains.
But you, above all, offer tranquility
with a constant flow from the sea of love.
© Jan 30, 1992 ~ DBC
Each falling teardrop embodies a world of reflections and
opens pathways for memories anew... © Jan 24, 1992 ~ DBC
worn withered hands
reaching for the sky,
all they seem to be asking
is "why?"
they plead for their existence,
only wish a breath.
who are we to deny,
and cast upon them death?
©Jan 19, 1992 ~ DBC
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