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Monday, April 26, 2004
Over a somber sunset
We sit and muse
On what lies ahead
And what slipped us by.
The flowers
In melancholy laugh
And tenderly
You reach out
For a dewdrop
And smile bemused
Watching it fall.
As the sun tiptoes
I make a cutout
Of circled smoke rings
A misty window
To tangles within.
Slippery and moist
As the path unfolds
Uncertain I walk
Muted you watch.
Stealthily the night falls
We pick our baggage
And drag ourselves back
Through twisted paths
And heavy hearts.
K a n u r i t e 11:42 PM
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