The spirits hearken foretold pasts
A future scheme that never lasts
A hope of dreams block the sun
lightless beams blinding one
The one then merely shuts his eyes
A muted smile with tearless cries
Tired now with hanging head
Dreading sleep alone in bed
-CLW
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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