Today And Tomorrow

The bright morning light's nearly dark as the sun.

The baby blue roses, silent at first sight,

are actually discussing politics with the rosy red rocks.

Their empty retorts rebound against shattered sky

hoping to be heard by


and everyone but anyone.


A girl with dying eyes and solemn sighs,

yes the girl who has never known love at last breath,

sits somewhere between today and tomorrow

in the space between now and again.

She remembers the long forgotten


as if it never happened at all.

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