Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Wings of the manner

Fragments of shattered memories allign
They bring up an elegant form back through time

Doors once open are now closed
A swift reversal, an uncanny delight

I remember, it is a lost sight
For once, let in the light

You would not believe
Neither would I, but it is worth a try

Soft, muted whispers try their best
I have a dream; my only test

In all vices we lost ourselves
You, not me, yes, you, not me

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