Poetry By Eventide

A place to experiment before being dragged into the big time.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

sunrise17jan2007

Supremely addicted
I know not what I say
Thoughts come flowing
Yet I wash them away

With luck you shall enjoy
A feat of memory upcoming
All tasks completed
Time standing still

For we seem to ogle
Enjoying laughter (and sight)
Of each other daily
Making absence our plight

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