Wednesday, March 10, 2010

wee hours of the morn.

To swim through a sea of flames and climb a mountain of shattered glass,
To run after flying hours yet feel no time had passed...
When i do realize my days are gone, for time waits for no man
Again the circle shall begin, circles never end.

Has the roses lost their fragrance or is it I, lost sense to smell
Admiring the shades of darkness, breathing in the moonlight’s air
Silhouette of clouds, implies my sign shines still so well.
Befriend my shadow, dreamless slumber, while moon, at me, shall stare…


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