A Walk By A Volcano
Remember how we stood by the volcano,
And made promises to us.
Remember how we held our hands,
And wept silently , muted by eruptions
All around us , and over us too,
Engulfing our bodies;we felt the heat;
It burnt our skins, scarecrows aching with the desire-
To die once more , hand in hand;
To weep once more , and feel the heat;
To love once more , before we perished;
To return once more , before we could
Rest forever , and feel the peace,
Of heated splinters , piercing our soul.
Friday, January 12, 2007
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