Drain of sorrow,
filled with hope,
make a wish,
but things still remain as it is...
Gift of life,
pumped within me,
live a dream,
yet again drained I am in the end...
Blossom of cherry trees,
clouded the skies,
had lived the dream,
that I have desired...
still the drain it persists,
holding on to each of us,
waiting to drain what seems liked a stage,
when the candle burns out.
Monday, July 28, 2008
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