Sunday, October 24, 2004

 

Poetry

A Boy

Standing breathlessly in the midst
with broken stones in his fists
he looks up to the sky
but there is nothing there, not even clouds, not even the sun.
Life whipers in his ear
asking him to jump in to the air as hard as he could
until he knows no more.

A Girl

She leans on the window sill
her face slippery in her soapy hands


Oh, Please God, when will my prince come?
You see, she has been waiting
as long as she can remember
But time has abandoned her
and her eyes are no longer divine.



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