Saturday, 14 September 2013


 You do not know what you have
Until it is lost
Do not know what you have caught
Until the final run
And you see the streaked smile
Fading fast
Beneath the cool sick smile
Of the sun.
And you feel the waves
Will wash at last,
Burn until your body is dry.
For you lie with your head
Against the glass
And stare out
At an endless sky.

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