on the day when my words
were earth
I was a friend to stalks of wheat
on the day when my words
were wrath
I was a friend to chains
on the day when my words
were stones
I was a friend to streams
on the day when my words
were a rebellion
I was a friend to earthquakes
on the day when my words
were bitter apples
I was a friend to the optimist
but when my words became
honey
flies covered my lips
Last update: 10:51 AM Thursday, March 9, 2006
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