Feel It All

Pleasure turning into pain.
Feel it all and start again.
As streams of dreams
are broken into bits.
Shards of crystal.
Pointed. Bold.
Lying where the mold
of life once stood.
Think alive.
It's dying anyway.
Little sparrow.
Whisper still.
Lying on your window sill.
Flying with its feathers left behind.
Spirit free. Undeeded to the land.
Pleasure turning into pain.
The scent of free rebounds again.
Feel it all and finally let it go...

? Michaelette ?

12/19/2003
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