The game… Sonnet IX of Erin…
Friday, May 26th, 2006She blew me like those flowers on her hand,
With her last flying kiss landing on me,
Her voice is all i need to understand,
Understanding which that can never be,
Now i lay waste to a life that is torn,
Next to the one game she always play,
There to a kingdom where hearts are reborn,
There, where my life, my heart and my soul lay,
to be continued…
