Chaos of mind

12 Jul 2005

misabo1
I lament the essence of dew,
Ephemeral yet pure.
I cling to promise,
Black and blue,
My fraility, an ode to you.
In the cold dawning of spring,
I fear salvation’s sting
For hope is a broken wing
Carrying me through misguided ways,
Denial days
And quintessential phase.
I lament the stone in my shoe,
Wait on omen, time and clue
To prove sentiments untrue,
And my heart a precious jewel.
Am I lost or found,
Is my truth silent or is it loud…

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