Monday, April 30, 2007

Hour Of Solitude

A hinted melancholy, a gifted repose
A tainted teardrop, stolen from rain.
Keys lost, bolted doors
Continents found, truths untold.

Sun in my backyard
Winter’s warmth, Summer’s respite
Cloudy dream, when lips met
Like my life, as a story, scaled to a card.

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