Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Independence Day

I discover myself
Suffocating under heavy sands
Choking on the tides
You bring to me
Try to water me like a garden
I'm an orchid
And these waters only wilt
My arid heart

You are blue
Oh, my love
You surround
And tie me down
With love
Like silly-string
Blue, my love
Like the absurd eyes
You cannot leave

I want to end every poem
With these lines
So true

At night
She hears the sounds of fire
Soldiers practice to fight wars
And it sounds like the 4th of July

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