Grains of sand in a vessel of love
Shards of the glass
wind, gone with the wind,
blown by the wind
the sands of time,
the sands of memory.
Cover them with thine hands;
blood trickles down from thine palms;
perish of poison
poison in thine heart?
weep not for yesterday.
Let its pieces be blown away.
Let the love of long ago
be buried in thine hearts
but don't let it poison thine soul...
Sept. 16, 1997 10:37 am
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