Saturday, March 12, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 485

Boy
Boy,
the child in me it's only life.

Coffee, an angel in the morning
dare to change freedom;
the guilty party of roses 
tossing and still to be sorry.

When it's over, when freedom don't come,
My years of love surely must be something.
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