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Odd Days

by Christopher Shin

Sun light with
no warming kiss.
With bitter winds
that blow against
my bones.

What odd days
when love is given
but never returned.
When the mind
churns with sad
thoughts of never
wanting to disrupt
one's current path.

The island is my heart,
and from old sayings go
that an island is not what
man is.

Yet I find my peace,
and my joy when
visiters come but
never tread forever
in my heart.

What an odd day it is,
but only when the streams
of light do not warm
my soft skin.
Which will slowly age
with wrinkles as
a girl smiles at me.

I ask why the sudden
interest and yet
she fades away in
my confused mind.
As all things fade,
and all things end.

So does these thoughts
on a very odd day.

02/12/2007

Posted on 02/12/2007
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jessica A Steenbock on 02/14/07 at 06:27 PM

Odd days have been in store for all of us I believe...Good stuff.

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