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one day he left.. without even a farewell. and my poems suddenly became stillborn.. and i'm melting.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
"light"
here is the light of hope in your despairing night..
here is the living poem in your sweetly throbbing book..
here is the woman of your dreams.
Take her. Take her..
here is the living poem in your sweetly throbbing book..
here is the woman of your dreams.
Take her. Take her..
i kept running up the stairs only to find out there's really nothing in there but silhouetted remnants..
now i know that a phase of life must sometimes flicker out, fade and fall away, while everything you turn to looms like a wall..
something tells me that life is not simply activity- nor a throbbing dream. it is a romantic adventure through many horizons, through mists of darkness to radiant light..
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