Wednesday, 19 November 2014

The depth of relations




I am dying.
My mother is crying: I am lost
My wife is crying: She lost me
So are my children. They lost shelter

I am waxing.
My mother is smiling. I will not suffer.
My wife is smiling. She will not suffer.
So are my children. They could prosper

21.07.2009

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