history certainly repeats itself
its cycle is vague and mercurial
the stony beast no longer hides
...
the statue in the park must come down
it recalls a darker time of war
it is a bitter memory
it blocks forgiveness
...
A melody's familiar grace,
transforms the southern breeze,
that rises from the eastern Gulf,
abandoning the Keys.
...
the rain can't wash the tears away
they hide behind a wall
where sorrow lurks on stormy days
as wicked torrents fall
...
a fateful shadow haunts the night
within my restless sleep
your vanished spirit still remains
in memories that I keep
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A tethered bird
that cannot fly
is hope
that cannot reach the sky.
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we'll meet where summer lilies grow
beneath the trees that line the path
among the shadows in the park
...
I only see the stars and memory
I am confined by space
and night
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I never will forget her kiss
she was my universe
she was there when it began
...
I saw the sunshine
the flower of youth
passion and frenzy
...