How Can You Mend A Broken Heart
Here eucalyptus stands straight
Raising heads towards azure,
And skin peeled off, patulous boughs, flavescent in homely gloaming.
Here I can sit beside a brake and write,
Gentle breeze and elongated road favour me too.
I bathe in clear water,
My skin is now more fair,
And my health is changeless,
And the homely songs sound alike.
Those are all matters, even my body,
But what about my mind?
Wednesday, October 17, 2012