Friday, 16 March 2012

Ticket

Keep this paper by your heart,
Let it warm you, never part.
Since the day your minds now open,
Like a can I carved, Hope'n!

Though you bleat, and stamp your feat,
Fight it not,
What were you fighting anyway?
A ray, a mirror, shines upon dew.



Hope'n (hoping and open in one - your minds now open with hope)

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