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27 April, 2005

Better Left Unsaid

Tha swan had flown away.
Far away to tha west.
Far away from tha east.
Found a place to stay.
With another young swan.
To fill tha heart.
Which had always been in dismay.
Forgotten about tha frog.
Tha one who was once a friend.
Tha shoulder to cry on.
Tha ear to shout on.
But now its all gone.
Tha swan found a new home.
A home in a special place.
A place way further away from tha frog.
And now tha frog's down.
All down.
Couldn't croak.
Couldn't hunt flies.
Couldn't leap.
Only sit down quietly on a special rock.
Where memories they come.
From all corners.
Caught tha frog in a dream.
Tha frog turned dumb.
Mouth was sealed.
Eyes dropped dead.
Cuz a lot of things were better left unsaid...

-a poem from tha one with a broken jar of memories...

reminisced;
- 5:51 PM