"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Saturday, January 30, 2010

what can you do?

A thousand wishes reverberating in my head,
said by me
said by friends
unheard, unanswered.
written on paper, whispered to trees, whispered to me
a thousand little wishes, crying to be fulfilled
screaming to be heard and answered.
help will never come to paper on trees
or words whispered to the wind.

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