On a brisk afternoon, a languid soul wonders...
Why are the stars saved for darkness?
For they wait for the sun to set...
To find a place next to my gracious moon.
Why do you play hide and seek with me?
The gray clouds conspire with a smirk...
You do not know how I feel.
But hope shall await patiently for eternity,
For my voice to win you over.
Jan 20, 2007
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1 .c.o.m.m.e.n.t.s.:
A little bit of hope gets vanquished,
With every drop of unyielding eternity.
Memories and anticipations anguished
Tumble into oblivion and anonymity.
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