Wednesday, April 12, 2006

I am the only one to mind

Here is this love
You may throw it away
Or keep it preciously
Either or
True love
Doesn’t mind

I am the only one to mind
For true love
Is its own reward


Blogger Nicole said...

I like your poem, Pierre.
Thanks for posting it.

/ \ Nicole

9:53 AM  
Blogger oxeye said...

Pierre, Thank you for sharing your wonderful words and pictures..

I think about you and your friend Mike Cross often.

10:14 AM  
Blogger Michael Tait said...

Throwing away precious minding and the rewards of love. A broken bowl in the street, pieces happy to be kicked to the gutter by schoolchildren, falling as mindless as blossoms.

3:41 PM  
Blogger anu said...

so lovely..

8:14 PM  

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