there is an arch in the park
that frames a beautiful sunset
and tan red rock chips to sand
hiding in your socks
arriving home you always see
the color of the sand
as the color of the scene
when the sun fell silently
between the gentle slopes
of that arch in the park
where you hid your tears
and thought.
I may never see god again.
1:02 am - 31.12.03
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