Saturday, August 25, 2007

Of Memories, Stains and Kisses by Ana Angeles

Memories on the sand are washed away by the tide.
The stains left as one kisses the glass are wiped off
As someone else's lips touched it.
But how can tears wash away memories left in the heart?
And how can someone else's lips wipe away
The essence of a great love's kiss?

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