Ballerina With Fins

Trainstop - Poem by Ballerina With Fins

The wind
is in the hearts
of all those heads
It whistles
over mountains
rich with
red apples and honey.

You have a ticket. It reads:

To Somewhere.
Some time is taken.
Someone is listening.

And you could sit next to me,
maybe for a while.

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  • (8/6/2006 7:30:00 AM)

    A very sweet journey BWF, thanks for the ride, Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, August 23, 2010

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