Monday, April 30, 2012

cancer  - 
his spaul bleds:
angels' weengs sprootin




cancer  -
his shoulder blades:
angels' wings sprouting

3 comments:

  1. A sense of sadness, and I the unknowing.

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  2. sad and futuristic;

    a candle -
    burns bright for every soul
    heaven bound

    much love...

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  3. A very poignant poem, John...

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