What's that!
What's that!
A gentle sound
falling
calling
upon my ear
I hear the words
come crashing
while yet others drift
like feathers
Haunting howls
from distant owls
pierce my pleasant plight
the pumping drum
the thumping hum
deep
within my fleshy corridor
I can hear it
How peaceful
I am alive
I hear my life
in a raspy schedule
for everyone to hear
Gasps and whispers
for everyone to hear
That I
I am alive
The cricket symphony
wafts above
glisteing on listening ear
The purple dawn
dire and solemn
beacons the sun
just to fall again
Tis life

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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