It is probably best to accept people the way they are.


Forgiveness


For centuries,
the same songs have been sung.
We listen to the same voices,
with the same messages
and motion. In the same rhythm.
We are obsessed with the
same fear and
passion. The same joy.

...

You have fallen asleep in my arms and
are breathing through your mouth,
for you've got a cold. Soon,
I fall asleep and my arm
slips off your body.



Poetry by Dejan
Read 505 times
Written on 2006-11-10 at 09:36

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