Junior Member
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Join Date: Jul 2008
Posts: 89
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Junior Member
Join Date: Jul 2008
Posts: 89
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The wind has blown away
All that I would have kept
My spirit raw and frayed
My fire burned and bled
Distant melodies replay
Unexpectedly make room
Break open Pandora’s place
Endorphin-ate-ing the tune
Courage tough for years and years
Dissolves within a single stray thought
My battleground a flood of tears
My armour imitates mirage
Were I a grain winnowed of chaff
Or what is hidden in an egg
The melody woven inside jazz
or a steeplechaser’s legs
Water, had turned me to mildew
My egg’s treasure - stillborn
All player’s instruments out of tune
My piston legs tendons torn
To illustrate 25 years of fight
Parkinson’s disease my foe
I’ll, once more paste on a smile
And pretend my tears don’t show.
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