Saturday, May 15, 2010
Overcast
.
Like a scudding sky
the dark invades the shore
leaving merely
echoes of the light
alone
Memories brightly flash
but fade until they're gone
and only replay regrets
that in the night
resound
.
Like a scudding sky
the dark invades the shore
leaving merely
echoes of the light
alone
Memories brightly flash
but fade until they're gone
and only replay regrets
that in the night
resound
.
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