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13 Oct 2007


Posted by Oblivion in General | 6:44pm

The lonely poet wondered,
"Life is drifting nowhere
Or, am I?"
Nobody heard his words
No answer came forth
The evening was sombre
And the sky murky
The bird refused to fly
The lute would not play
And his heart knew no quiet

He walked out barefoot
To the waters of the sea
The sand beneath danced;
With a flutter of its wings
The bird took to the skies

Current Mood: Happy
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