Monday, July 21, 2008
We always get lost in translation…...
Sorry Last night was dry Dead leaves Turning brown Falling on the ground Most of them Smudged with mud Hardening into the night Their freedom to float Were cut short I’m sorry… Morning mist is frozen From crystal droplets To hardened fragments Dyed-in-the-wool Of last night’s slavery Crisp wind blowing Stabbing the skin Gyrating the pain I’m sorry… Tears of the night Painful trite Spoken words Cutting sharp Silence in the distance Blinding resonance Loving each other Crying in between Incessant...
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