Monday, November 2, 2015

7386. THERE'S A TREASURE

THERE'S A TREASURE
My heart  -  so stupid  -  always wants to be
an open book. It gets me nowhere, all the
striving to be. The wind still blows, the rain
comes down. I am happy, but oh in such 
difficult ways. Every so often, it seems,
someone else dies : another coffin to visit, 
another cadaver to glimpse. We bury the
dead with cold hearts but warm feelings.

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