by Meria Paidu

Created on: April 16, 2008

Moving forward, rows of flowers

Parade before cemetery gates

Dead in student protest, forever young.

Petulant ideals of failure,

And postmen discomfited resign

To an open hurt of friendship

Where

A girl, a girl and questions of this future

Peel, petal by petal, these roses

As wax evaporates a seal

And stamps the treaty closed.

Years ago, a place they dreamed about

A matter of point of view.

And when it'll be over

I'll be over

You'll be building a sailboat

Hands caught in blisters and

Splinters, my dream's a canopy

Sown brick after brick.

Walled in,

With my weak will blow and catch,

Voodoo dolls bearing your name,

Your craft.

Aida

Then I'll be yours.

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