Thursday, October 22, 2009


Today a new page
And all that old rage
Left to rot
Masked by jasmine and forget- me- nots
The Robin sings
A tuneless tune
And roses blossom for the moon
We’ve been here before
Your head bent at my front door
And nothing makes it feel the same
And there is no one left to blame
I find myself wishing for something beyond myself
This is how autumn must feel
Longing for spring
This is the start of suffering.

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