I Don't Give A Damn

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Posted by DC at 1:26 AM

DC: If you come as softly; As wind within the trees; You may hear what I hear; See what sorrow sees. If you come as lightly; As threading dew; I will take you gladly; Nor ask more of you. You may sit beside me; Silent as a breath; Only those who stay dead; Shall remember death. And if you come I will be silent; Nor speak harsh words to you. I will not ask you why, now. Or how, or what you do. We shall sit here, softly; Beneath two different years; And the rich earth between us; Shall drink our tears.

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