What is this life? A string of beads. The string
is broken, beads scattered on the floor. Why
do you linger? Famished, wanting more.
He loves you. In your dreams it all replays.
You get a second chance. The dance
goes on, couples hold and sway to music
only you can hear. You think too much.
You work too hard. It’s all for nothing.
The dog gets lost, the kittens cry for milk
and mothers gone to wildness. There’s nothing left.
You lose yourself in houses you once knew.
The garden stones are buried in snow.
[Click the image to see credits & larger sizes at flickr.]
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