Transparent, yes, the sun pierces everything
even shades reveal the threadbare lives
no hiding will make them solid in sunlight
I lift the fabric high and it crumbles
my hands full of treads and fibres
no mending, no putting-together possible
Accusing the sun is no solution
outstaring it no option, sundazed I stumble
defeated once more, but not conquerred
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-15 03:36:31
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