Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Violent Thread

String of detached Haiku...
  such beauty in
    white exists as the spring
        to daffodil comes

gently bend the winds
    in folds of silent mourning
        heart strings softly wrung       

a freedom within
    like intangible rain fall
        in empty glass hearts

and I hold it still
    every word that I have known
        is bloody useless

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