" 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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Monday, August 11, 2003
for the first time in weeks, i actually do not know what to write... haha
initially, i wanted to whine abt yet another case of incompetency
in the army which angered me to a huge extent, but forget it
i cant seem to hold a grudge for long anyway...
therefore, i present yet another of my attempts at decent poetry.
Enjoy ! wahaha
" would it be me, "
skies of the down,
who are you now?
my words you accused with much ado,
but who's to believe, me or thee?
plead the sky, "don't smile up at me."
a forlorn path
lovely and deep,
the woods you pursue, that of the meek
"hah!" you mocked, covetous lines i speak
hark to the pennies, oh paltry me
your finest hour has arrived
sing unto heaven that which is thy
but by shade beneath the mellow
a sigh of solace
to the great below...
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