Listen!
Steps crossing the muddy trail,
antelope caught by the teeth,
stripped down to the bloody footprints.
Is there no lust for love, no painful beauty?
How did I misplace the pulsing day?
Take me to the crossroads one more time,
for I require another chance.

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Anonymous said…
Hmmm? Is this about 'each day a new beginning?' each moment can be too.
May 3, 2013 at 8:56 AM
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