THE absolute truth, from a
dumbstruk, flamboyant punk,
you have the ocean to swim
in, and anough money for all
the world to share.
STILL, the smoke clouds your
eyes, and hints of yesterday,
in your hair.
THE absolute truth, from a
lover with two wings, each
one flies away, as you say
your prayers.
still, the smoke clouds
your eyes, and hints of
yesterday in your hair....
This poem says gently to me, we can never truly lose sight of our past. A great bringing to earth poem...well you can't fly without wings can you David? 10 from Tai with broken wings...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The connection with the past is the lesson inwhich it holds, I hope that you get your wings back, Love Duncan