Stillnessgone

Not one motion of her gesture could I forget The prettiest bag lady I ever met Pushing her cart in the rain Then gathering plastic and glass She watched the day pass Not hour by hour But pain by pain If I was a basket filled with holes Then she was the sand I tried to hold And ran out behind me As I swung with some invisible hands I stopped believing, you start to move She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed And you can pour us out and we won't mind I was dead, then alive She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine You can pour us out, we won't m

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