Sometimes I wish I were a wall
Upon which you could hang your pain--
To see it so, to know its beauty,
Bond of yearning, bearing love. Pain is color, in between
Desire and death, white and black;
Light's most lovely at the dawn,
And then, again, approaching night. Sometimes I wish that I could kiss
The world and take away all pain,
Feel it all, for everyone,
And then go mad to prove I'm real. But love continues, as does pain,
And death engenders both, for aye,
And the river murmurs ceaselessly
Around the bend on which we live. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. Video and Audio Music: Pachabelly.
By Huma-Huma. Music free to use at YouTube.
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