Poetry 3 - K.A.S. (1968)
K. A. S.
(Written by Warren Maloney – February
1968)
She smiled,
And the flowers became trees,
The trees became branches,
And the branches became me.
She smiled,
But the moon did not shine,
The dark became black,
And she was not mine.
I cried,
But there was no light,
For I had no faith,
I had no right.
I cried,
But they were to compare,
The elephant had no feet,
And I could not share.
She smiled,
But the World understood,
How lasting the fever,
And now I always could.
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