I'm back out of track
the tragedies you breed in the farm of your heart
keep me alive
living
amidst the songs of L. Cohen
in between lines sung by a voice
that almost wishes it had not spoken
You send me regards
I send you regrets
I'm always glad you stand in my way
the clashing of gold and diamond
produces no metal
no stone
only music
that sparkles like a diamond
and glistens like gold
this is such a sigh inducing poem.. so all i'll do is sigh....
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