Friday, August 17, 2012

Little Joy

Hands to the sky
Soul splayed outwards
Vivisected by joy
It comes quickly
     And goes quickly
The warm blade of joy
That cuts through the cold
Little sprite
     Far too fast
          And far too quickly
How I struggle to hold
To grasp at your twisting limbs
I wish you could stay forever
What little joy I have
And make me happy
     Always

-o0o-

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