Sunday, January 09, 2005
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How humble are they whom seek shelter in these houses?
For beyond the world, living in solitude and despair.
Accepting the harshness of life, facing the challenges today.
They will never leave their caves, knowing what they may face.
Living in today's tempo district, all over again.
iclouds
Beyond the clouds,
may be a pink sunset,
and beyond that pink sunset,
may be a little bird learning its first flight,
and beyond that little bird,
may be the rain,
and beyond that rain,
lies a rainbow so splendid that you just have to stay.
Wondering
True beauty is not in the picture.
It is inside the soul of the picture.
What went on?
What does she do?
Her heart is so pure.
Yet she is filled with sadness.
Living in the corrupted nutshell.
Everyone just stares at her.
Secret stolen from deep inside.
She smiles.
She Dazed
Dazed,
she awaits.
Till night falls,
she is still.
Wanting and needing,
he can't be found.
Her breath is slow,
he arrives.
Her hand touches the tip,
he walks towards.
She falls,
he catches.
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