Contradictions

My head wants to scream its lungs out...
while my thoughts fall down into a dark cloud
what kind of a heart becomes quiet and still
closed in the shell of a drowning pill?

I haven't got a clue,
but like you, I am feeling very blue

Silent as the pilgrim soul
that someone stole
and wanders with the stars lost within
reaping through my bare skin

You haven't got a due
but like me, you are feeling true

So, come like the moonglow
and the burning frosting flow
I dare you to catch this wind
only with your broken wing


*K
MARCH
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