Monday, August 29, 2011

the LAST gift






Not much though

Just a token.

Of what I know not



Hold it, caress it,

Love it, keep it.

For what I know not



Tiny dreams

Big ambitions

High hope

Low luck


Come, see me

Goodbye, don’t leave me

Take my last gift

And tell the world

“Let me live my life

I can see it through.”

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