Sunday, April 24, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 528

Golden Heart
a bubble floating high
won't break, won't melt fragile.

so coldly hope will forgive me
for who I really am in the morning.

we are lucky there's a light 
crawling slowly in the mirror.

the moods of joy and anger
owe fortune tears shining love.
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