© www.arizonamoon.eu 2008
Own poems & thoughts
Out of the Emptiness
For what there was
I will cry
For what never can become –
It digs a well in my heart
that doesn’t goes away
A hope I have left – the only one for now
that there may grow
green, soft moss
at the bottom, and a strong
climbing Caprifolium….
© AriZonaMoon 2003

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