No.24
"these people" by George (6/11/2007)
Dear Rin All those eyes, eyes of broken people. My response is “these people” these people I am a broken hearted person. Broken on the world. The life blood, the substance, flows out of me. Over and Over, again and again, I make my way to the sea. All that flows finds its way to her. A friend told me, “a tear is the smallest ocean” Look, how many oceans! Look, how many seas! Now the oceans will be rising. The ice is melting away. Can there be so much weeping? Can there be so many tears? Love and Peace, George |