" 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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Sunday, October 30, 2005
random thoughts: in my mind lingers the scent of a lovely countenance
small quick glances of foolishness demure. abscond behind the drapes, take a peek oh the heart yearns for more.
the lines above i wrote in a matter of minutes. and i wonder why i have not been able to write a full piece for so many months. i wonder now whether it's due to the fact i feel like a kid again being back in school.
have i then unwittingly sprung society's trap? am i now sleeping society's dream? oh inevitably, eventually.