Reading these poems is like peeking Through curtains Into my mind Go gently! Do not be too harsh or critical These are private thoughts, unrefined Innocent and trustingly I place them in your care So that perhaps, a long time off We will meet and I will see them there In your eyes The thoughts which I, in my solitude grew To sing me through life Which maybe helped you through it, too
Every car is an island
Crowned with a golden halo
Lush and glowing with the soft light of morning
Or a painting of dim shades from the past
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Nothing in this world
Lasts forever
Even a tattoo
Dark and elegant and permanent
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