Saturday, 15 March 2008


The day has turned too late

We forget what we once were

An hour's victim played

In the shadow of a stair

Return to body's rest

Exhale for why we care

Accept a daughter's pleas

Alone, the wander fair

Denial of the past

Limitless appeal

The world has made its mind

Known to all who hear

The gentle touch of life

A lover's whisper, dear

Breathe in me a new begin

Fight and kill and gasp and win.

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