Dear brother,

papa's riding white elephants
to see the rain when it pours
his life regained and lost again
comatose embryo left outdoors


mama's gilding the lilies
to make dead butterflies fly
and maybe that's because
we've never seen her cry


and I 'm flying on silver linings
to never hear goodbyes
and my fling with life is various
only to see the sun arise


cause' these transitory trials
doesn't have a conclusion
so you go bring me a coup of tea
and some cigarettes of illusions



Poetry by theo
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 13:14

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Jessica Rexroat
this is my second of yours to read and I was not let down - this is put together tight and comes across smooth
2006-10-15


Zoya Zaidi
This is absolutely unique...good flow...love it...

Sorry, I missed you earlier!

Welcome to the bay from my side!

**hugs**

Love,Zoya
2006-10-07