Friday, March 20, 2009
the shortest day
this is the incomplete poem.its in full essence on the other blog.hmmn..i am gettin darker..and mellow both.
the leaves have fallen under the guise of the day
tonight they are frozen till another day
a mighty gaze from the sun, i pray
and so it goes, the untold tale..
uncalled for, it's crawling
it keeps moving
for the love of hate
why? 'There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality..'
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