A RequiemOn Paper Wings
Lost loves and broken child like hearts,
and a lady who sings her blues in parts.
Memories laspse as words form up on cues,
no life or dreams nor hope left to lose.
And paper wings that dissolve in the cold winter rain,
no respite nor freedom from the unbending pain.
A body that was wasted on dreams growing old,
lucid thoughts when her is story left untold.
An unkown soul that has no loss nor worthless gain,
uttering repetitive rhymes that soulfully sound insane.
And paperwings that flutter on a warm summer sun,
only one more fragile life that never had begun.
By Jon Rocks(DoonJon) 15th March 2007.
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