"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Crying at Stars.

staring at the faded velvet sky,
I wondered why you cried.
what you saw,
that I couldn't see
is your heart a precious flower?
you wilt
at the first sign of beauty and sorrow.
am I stone,
that my breath is not stolen away
by the very same?

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Written for my brother, who cries at everything.

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