Saturday, May 17, 2008

Can You Weave A Fringe

Farewells



Let me go my way, let me free, thought.

must continue and must do it my way without you.

you accompanied me for a while 'with your polychromy inconsistent, you joked, laughed, cried, lashed, scratched with anger, the healed regrets and wounds.

But enough, let me go.

And I'll give you my blessing succumb to an edge of the road.

remains there motionless, so that it can find you as an old friend on the day when, looking back, I want to look down my whole life.

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