it is but a grain of sand sliding thru the hour shaped glass
and a part of which eye can not ask
how apart my wings must spread
for these thoughts to flyy from my head
silence sits a lil too long and now eye will never see the same
blindness and kindness
there is no difference in the two.
but eye can no longer see the good in you
eye will never try to understand
what si the indifference of good men
but to embrace and embark on a new horizon
12-06-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem