Monday, May 19, 2008

Essiac And Brain Tumors

I saw a pink enter



I saw get a pink
the bars of a window classroom
the last remnants of morning
a rose with a single stem with four petals

the gesture was tender inside
but he wore a mask
strong and the child class to which the flower came
in a way bit 'rude
has received fast
but then I lost sight of is that the boy she
beyond grateful

and I found the pink
thrown into the basket and I have taken

collection


and sniff and I thought of those gestures
dispersed in
those moments

fragile and strong when we are sincere

but still clinging to a shield that dream



not made that step yet

because we lack the courage to be


just as we would now be


and we lose the time

life and the best part of us ...


May 15, 2008




poems perhaps should never explained (although the Prof then you should read

questions ;-)
or listen or better yet we should leave it to the poetry reading
us to tell us who we are ...

lingered quietly in front of these words to the gestures

to "unmanaged"



think if you want to express your thoughts or your emotions about what this poem arouses in you
or even more freely

not afraid
write well

Prof

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