Thursday, April 16, 2009

A series of poems

Diamond hearted breath
The deepest wretched coal mines.
Alike and yet not--
I just had to run away.
What did I run to?
If I ran to fire?
Did I never run away?
If I ran and was the fire?
Diamond hearted breath
Crystals in my very soul.
I sit and wait here
Waiting for the spring to come.

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