Tangled feathers fall from the sky
the sea opens its arms
to the last cast in the shadows
where many have fallen to the dust
clutching life as it flows
down the sandy beach
stopped only by the water
where the salt of the blood
mixes with the salt of the sea
lost to the wind of silence
heard by the shadows of time
tormented by the useless chances
that create the distance
to the straight line
Saturday, May 17, 2008
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