grumpy
Monday, November 8, 2010
the dark spot
Where there is no anchor,
How can I be sad when
A friendly ship floats away?
Whose hands are the clouds
And whose hands are the ocean
You are there and there
And I am there.
How can I not see all the light
For one dark spot?
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