Can we but cry on southern tips
where no one dares to spy,
Around that outer corner
there,
The one not seen with human eyes ...

Vacant smiles
They attempt to pass
as genuine
altho,
Any beating heart can tell
there's nothing down below,
Or inside
pumping life or love,
Lost in all the shuffle
Somehow,
Careless tossing of raw emotions
stuffed behind cliched shirts
While stumbling yet
with heads held high
that certain emptiness tattle-tales,
The hope inside is fading fast
Hurry!
Before you miss it,
Changing tides of earth do blow
Twilight's snarl towards
full blooming,
Seasons sag before the dawn
Oblivious for many,
Time rolls on ...

02/27/2006

Posted on 12/16/2006
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