" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "
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Tuesday, July 15, 2003
a scribbled thought (2):
here i am now
sitting in the quiet
the yesterday i hate
will be for another night
who am i to me now
wish the wait could tell
but more so i adore the silent
and my addiction to now
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