Scars
Long after the lights
have gone out,
and the house is
asleep, I crawl
from my bed and
stare at the stars.
The thought that
we're both under
the same sky and
that our paths may
one day cross again
is the bandage that
hides the scars.
Scars
Long after the lights
have gone out,
and the house is
asleep, I crawl
from my bed and
stare at the stars.
The thought that
we're both under
the same sky and
that our paths may
one day cross again
is the bandage that
hides the scars.
09-20-2010
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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