Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Offer back my memories

I reached out my hand
and opened the door
the white embrace
was warm and kind

"I am here to offer you back your memories"

My mindless game had started
I shook the olive tree thrice
back and forth

I broke the empty bottle
that people belied it was full
Dismissed, what do you know?
Knowledge never let you go

A different kind of currency
different forms of coin
give me a word
I'll give you the world

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