Cooling Down
I am the snowstorm that flies a thousand crystal kites, each a gliding testament to my many broken hearts, just as your faltering footsteps are the theme to your love, slipping away for shelter.
posted by Woz at 4:21 am
Saturday, July 02, 2005
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3 Comments:
Sad, sad more than words. 'many broken hearts' an interesting choice of words. Numbness. Depth. Mystery. Howl. Compassion. Much in few words.
9:56 pm
How to heal the heart? Two ways seem to be alluded to here. That's OK, the process is deeply personal after all.
10:00 pm
Hmmm, maybe. Reminds me of two lines from a Neruda poem:
'Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.'
2:03 pm
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