Sunday, April 10, 2011

My own.

My mind was as restless as the waves breaking on the deserted sand,

In my pain I was dully aware that a stray, had dug his hole next to me and snuggled in,

The, time went by , a sniff broke into my shell,

The stray was still there, beside me with a look in his liquid eyes,

I too have none , but I call every one in pain my own.

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